In Shadows

I’ve been away from Born of Silence for less then a week. Granted, I’m hip deep in characters and outlines for the sequel, so I guess I’m not quite as far removed. I think Angels Deserve to Die will be just as good as the first.

I can’t get it out of my head. I’ve already got the first two scenes sitting in entirety in my noggin, itching to be tapped into a keyboard.

This has never happened before.

When I finish a story, nine times out of ten I rush the ending because I can’t wait to be free of the damned thing. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am! A tip of the hat, save of a file, and don’t look back for months on end. Then, and only then (after another novel or a handful of short stories have been written,) go back and look it over, check the quality and decide whether or not to try and peddle the thing.

Yet, here I am. Contemplating what has happened in the six months since the end of Born of Silence.

I hope I can keep the enthusiasm through book three, currently untitled.