The night before last, even though I have two medieval novels pending plus a modern murder mystery about to begin, I was drawn to work on my near-future-bleak-fantasy novel that I started a year or so ago. I hoped by working on it that I’d get that out of my system before I began my chapter-a-day murder mystery on August 1.
So then LAST night it was even stranger. I felt strongly called to work on my sci-fi-space-fantasy, one I’d been working on since probably 1990 and which I hadn’t touched in over a year. I have 38,000 words done on it and “know” the whole story in my head but haven’t ever written it all out. For some reason I really want to work on that right now.
Have you had that happen, where you “should” work on one project but you crave working on another?