Happy Holidays everyone!
It’s been a fun, family-and-food-filled week, with not much time for blogging or writing – in fact, I’ve given myself the holidays off as they’re jampacked enough already! But in between the mince pies (or pince mies as they’re known in Lofty’s house) and the far too copious glasses of champers, I’ve been finding the time to fret. A lot.
What on earth could someone with a shiny new book deal think to fret about over the Christmas hols?
Book two, of course! That big, massive mountain hiding behind the shadow of 2012, just waiting to appear.
I actually conceived The Oathbreaker’s Shadow as two books, so I know exactly how the whole thing is going to end. I know and love my characters, and I’m looking forward to getting in touch with them all over again. But the thought of putting all the actual words down on paper and in a relatively confined stretch of time (compared with the first one that is – I don’t think I’ll get six years to tinker with it this time, I’m not George RR!) is definitely scary!
Of course, this time around I’ll have a deadline (I do like a good deadline!), professional help (from my super agent and editor) and a bucketload of motivation (having a reading public will do that to you). But for some reason, driving down a dark road on a chilly English night, I was overwhelmed by the thought of that mountain I’m going to start climbing in less than a week.
And please no one mention the eventual book one edits that are going to come around. More mountains ahoy.
Someone pass the Christmas chocolates!