Writing is not a straight line. At least, not for me.
The Unremarkable Squire was started sometime in 2003, if my memory serves, and revised numerous times before I ever managed to write the last chapter. It’s just now seeing the light of day.
Trouble on the Horizon was published in 2004, and my poor, poor first fans are still waiting for the third novel.
Some projects, like What’s Left of My Life, begin in a spurt of creativity and sputter out because life crowds it out. Or because I get distracted.
I have stories like Twilight Dawn, Cipher, and 100 Letters, which may never get written. And I keep adding new ideas like “Snake Biter Renity Jones” and Children of the Wells. (Wait, what’s that last one, you ask? Stay tuned….)
Plenty of this is my fault. But, you know, it doesn’t bother me much. My brain needs to play. I don’t have a deadline, so I can wander off the path for a bit before coming back, refreshed for whatever project I was supposed to be working on.
And I always have something to work on. I always have something to dream about. I’m always learning. I could not have written Book 3 of The Eternal Night Saga back in 2004 when Trouble of the Horizon was published.
And someday, maybe, I’ll finally be able to express some of the ideas that drove me to writing in the first place.