Winter is published. The first draft of the sequel is cooling off, awaiting my return later this summer for overhaul. Meanwhile, a completely unrelated novel has been brewing for several months.
I think it’s ready.
You see…I’m the writer equivalent of a crock pot. A germ of an idea will get in my head and will simmer for ages before it’s even ready for prewriting. Then a little prewriting will yield more mental simmering. Eventually, the timer goes off and it’s ready to begin.
So tonight, I do believe I will write those first words and begin a new novel. Oh, I’m not telling anyone about this one. In fact, I’m keeping it pretty tight-lipped until it’s published. Only a few people know anything about it and my publisher is one of them. Suffice it to say, if I pull off what I’ve pitched to her, I think she’ll jump on it.
Anyway…those first words are pretty special. They’re often the most difficult and most scary. But once the ice is broken…
Well, you know.