Just when you think you are making progress, everything falls apart. That's what happened to me last week. I thought my book Callie's Mountain was on the way to be sent to publishers, when I found out it wasn't. I was heartsick.
Did something good come out of that? Yes! It's made me look at other things and other projects. My main project now is the first book I wrote. That was a long time ago and my writing has improved since then. The book is not bad. I'm re-writing Going Home.
Going Home started out as a book to learn from our mistakes. It still is, but it's a contemporary romance, minus the mistakes. In the original book, Paula had been a slow learner and had three children out of wedlock. Found out that won't fly in CBA, so I started back with square one.
Paula is now a workaholic and no time for anything until her father dies. (This book helped me through my grief after my own father died.) She comes back home, finds her old flame, and has to make some decisions. I'm loving it right now and hope to finish it soon.
The other book I am working on is set during the gilded age. I've loved history since childhood and this is a completely different kind of history. Afternoon teas, parties, and other fun made life interesting back then. For the rich and famous, it was a life of leisure, but for their help, it was not.
I've worked on two books at the same time before, but these are so different, and I find I am able to switch gears. My plans are to finish Going Home this month and then give my full time to the historical.