I wrote something over ten years ago about how, when writing a new novel, I always seem to choke about a third the way through. No matter how well it's going, I suddenly get sick of it. It's too familiar. It's boring. It's a failure. No one will like it.
Well, all that may be true, but I'm too close to it to tell for sure, and besides it doesn't matter — rewriting is where all the magic happens.
I've been through this enough to know the drill. And so now it's suddenly happened to the novel I was — until recently — all so fired up about, I know it's time to step back and take a little break.
One thing to do is to write some Flash Fiction, and so I did. And it helps. So that's probably what I'm going to do for a month or so while this current novel (which is one of three I have going) chills off a bit. I may go back into it, or I may leap back into one of the other two. I'm hoping I can get back into this one, because out of the three this is the one I was the most excited about, but we'll see.
Until then, Flash Fiction is a great little mini vacation for my brain. Plus it gives me new material for the front page of my main website.
Do you find this happens to you?