The biggest problem I have when it comes to starting a new book is wanting to start it.
Yet that’s utterly illogical. I’ve either finished the last one, or I’m up for a new one. One must logically want to fill the void. It’s a natural sequence.
Everything about me says that starting a new book is wonderful, And the publisher notes just confirm this. But there is a reticence, as if I’ve not long been divorced.
Will I bring the characters of the last book into this one? What if I simply continue the plot line where it was not intended? Or perhaps I really miss the sexy one from the last novel and unintentionally project her onto someone whose authorial fortune was to be so very different?
I think I’ll wait a while.
Toy with a few first paragraphs.
See if we notice each other.
If it’s shit after 100 pages I’ll give up.
No-one will beat my last love.
