Apparently, an interregnum is the period between two reigns. In English History, it can refer to the time between Charles I ‘s execution and the arrival of Charles II, whilst we had a Republic (30 January 1649 – 29 May 1660)
Metaphorically, it can mean any suspension of government from the end of one regime to the beginning of another. I rather feel I am in one…
You see, before Christmas I sent the text of ‘Stonepeaker’ to Nicki Marshall, my insightful editor at The Golden Egg Academy. Due to circumstances beyond her control, I won’t receive the full response until March. I feel torn between delirious hope that what I’ve done is worthy of the attention of Mother Goose (Imogen Cooper) and the desperate need for patience – and humility.
I don’t even have ‘Wildfell’ to work on to distract me. To my joy – and trepidation – the lovely agent who saw it in its embryonic form has it now. This time, it’s a second draft and I have to thank Tracey Mathias for making me ask if the agent would like a read. Oh, the trembling when I pressed ‘send’.
It’s not that there’s nothing else left for me to do. I have books to read for the Golden Egg Editors’ Course – fiction and memoir, guides and analyses. I am thoroughly enjoying the range and variety. I love the challenge and diversity – but they speak much more to my intellect. Like every artist, there are things I want to steal – but this just makes the hankering after my own big creative project even worse.
Certain ideas bubble away in the background. Am I pushing them away out of hesitancy, that fear of plunging in? Or is my lack of commitment down to them being too slight, mere distractions – not passions? I still do a miniature piece of fiction every day – but I have no idea what will possess my heart and mind yet.
It being January, I feel this is the season for letting my imagination lie fallow. It takes time to see which seeds germinate the strongest. I will have to trust the muse in charge of the next tale to arrive at her own good speed.