I have ALWAYS said I could only work on one project at a time. I know myself well enough to realize if I start a bazillion projects at once, I will never finish any of them. They will scatter like buckshot in an ever-widening pattern until they disperse on the wind and none hit the target.
So why, when I'm hip-deep in an historical novel that I just realized isn't truly a romance, though it has some romantic elements in it, am I getting THPAMMED by ideas for the most hilarious, most engaging, and most fun book I could think of to write? I'm bombarded with material, themes, characters. They sprang full-blown into my head. And get this...it's not an historical. It's not a romance. It's a LIT book! What on earth am I thinking? I don't write "LIT" books!
I even tried to purge the idea by writing screeds of notes in a notebook late one night, thinking if I could just get the ideas out of the way, I could concentrate on Drums of the North Star and leave this book on a back burner. So far, this hasn't worked. The ideas for this new book keep crowding out what I want to be doing on the historical. I keep pecking away at the novel, jotting down notes for the lit book. And I even toy with the idea of working on two projects at once. Will the madness never end?
Did I mention the lit book has evolved into a three book series? Good grief!