As I wait and hope for my second book to fall into the hands of a publisher who loves it, and wants to lavish publicity money on it, I am slowly getting entrenched in the writing of number three. Very slowly. I mentioned that I did a lot of pre-planning and brainstorming for this book. (Well, a lot for me), but it hasn’t necessarily made the writing easier. It may very well eliminate the need for so much re-writing (please, please, please), but so far, I’m just wading in, getting a feel for things, slowly spreading my writing wings once again as I get to know these new characters and their unique world.
I wonder if every book will be like this or if one day, a new story will just write itself, each word slipping down through my nerves, from brain to fingers, right onto the page. Wouldn’t that be nice.
Until then I’m plodding and hoping.