The one year anniversary of the day I sat down and started writing is coming up at the end of the month. I'm going to do something special for it... haven't decided what yet.
Sometimes I'm honestly worried about this sudden, new obsession - because that's what writing is for me now. Is it a symptom of something insidious, like a brain tumour? Seriously... I went from writing approximately zero words a year to 400k (over my combined projects). By the time it's exactly one year (June 28th) I will probably have hit 425k.
Originally, the plan was to publish Caged and then wait a few months before starting Spires. What ended up happening was that I wrote the first three chapters of the sequel before I published the first book.
Guys, I'm already working on the third in my head and I'm still about ten chapters out from even finishing the second.
I guess I caught the writing "bug"?
One of the funniest reactions when I have a friend over and they pick up the paperback copy of Caged I have here is: "This... is a real book."
Yes. It's a real book. This is what I meant when I said I wrote a book. :)
I'm also rather enjoying reading everyone's reactions to it, positive and negative. It's been a pretty far-out experience so far.
I can't wait to finish Spires...
