You know that promise you make to yourself? When you swear you will never do this (behaviour of choice) again, ever? And then, of course, you do it again. Crazy, right?
Some time about the middle of my last book, I told myself never again. I sucked, no one was ever going to read my books anyway, why was I putting myself through this … you know the rant.
Done. Finished. Over.
A secondary character whispered to me. Wisps of scenes and conversations tantalized and teased and … (insert faourite expletive here)!!!
Okay, not over. Not done.
I’m writing book two in a trilogy. Crazy? Yes.
I’ve gone crazy and I won’t be back anytime soon.
But this is it. This trilogy — which at the moment amounts to a whole 400 words followed by no freaking idea — and I’m done. Really 🙂