So, after finishing Blood Moon and getting the family holiday out of the way, I figure it's time I settled down to a nice new project. Hell knows, I've enough ideas saved in folders dotted around my desktop, and yet, I just can't quite get started.
It's always the way with beginnings. I haven't quite got to grips with the characters yet. They're still a bit shadowy, not quite fully fleshed, and I wonder if I have enough plot to sustain a book. Is it interesting, or plain old stupid?
But the hardest part is letting go of what I've just finished. The Bloody book has been a long battle. I haven't read it through again yet (still letting it settle), but I have skimmed a few pages and, seriously, I love this book. I want to squeeze it and hug it and I want people to read it and love it just as much as I do... But, I have to exchange it for a new love. One I don't know very well, and who is cranky and demanding. Is it even the right new love of my life?
I'll get back to you on that one in a few weeks.