I promised myself I wasn’t going to name all of my posts after song titles again, and there I go anyway…
Having finished my first publication-intended novel about a week ago, I am in a state of limbo. I’ve contacted the cover artist I wanted, and she’s agreed to make my cover. I have a lovely editor who is currently working my words over with the green pen of doom. And I? I have half a dozen social media accounts and too much time on my hands. So before I go out and start posting political opinions that anyone could guess given my subject matter of choice, or even just singing loudly and off-key in public places, I’ve made a decision.
I’m going to start chapter one of the next book tonight. I have a plan. I have the characters. I have everything I need to have, in order to get started. So is all I’m waiting for some kind of validation that my novels are going to be successful? Well guess what, self? Not gonna happen. If I wait long enough to find out that book one is going to sell, I’m going to be behind the curve on book two. And even if book one does horribly, it doesn’t mean things won’t get better.
Besides, I want to know what happens next. And isn’t that one of the most important parts?