4 novels, 1 happy fella
I’m at a strange and wonderful vortex that, as a writer, I’ve always dreamed of reaching.
The mass market paperback of “Crashers” hit stores last month. It’s less than a week until the hardback of “Breaking Point” hits bookstores. And on Monday, I made the pilgrimage to Kinko’s to print out an early draft of the as-yet-unnamed third novel (dubbed Daria 1 for now). I need the hard copies because a couple of people with medical degrees helped me with the research and I want them to backstop me.
(Plot hint: Both these M.D.’s work in the field of Public Health.)
Plus, I began the “jotting” process for “Daria 2” yesterday.
This is how I write: I paste up butcher paper on my kitchen cabinets and then, in the morning, before the caffeine has kick-started my cerebellum, I start jotting random ideas for the next story. Crises. Antagonists. Motives. Venues. The world as we know it (politics, foreign policy, conflict) and how my stories might slide into it.
So I realized this morning that, to one degree or another, I have four novels in play to one degree or t’other.
That’s a damn fine vortex.