So I recently posted about reaching the point of no return with a noel in progress and making the hard choice to nuke it and move on. I took a couple of days mulling over concepts that I had sketched out for other novels, working on where I wanted to go next. As I settled on one, I suddenly began to see ways that some of the themes of the nuked novel could be resurrected in the form of the new concept.
So it may yet be resurrected...
Meanwhile, conversation with a friend led to a concept for another novel that also has me suddenly on fire. At the moment, I'm grinding through a quick treatment on that concept so that I get everything down, and then planning to concentrate on the other project.
I have now gone, though, from being at a dead-end, to being captured by two separate novels with a lot of momentum and a strong future.
Writing is a strange, unpredictable art.