My manuscript, and soon to be series is always on my mind. While I am mostly busy, there is never a moment I am not plotting, editing, and planning. I will begin writing the second book soon.
The storyline for both the second and third novels have already been written down as I come up with new ideas to add. I’m very happy I’m doing this slowly, and not trying to rush the process.
Previews for this novel have surpassed reads and views. It’s been widely received, yet, I am not finished. I wanted to set a foundation for the series.
There is research to be done, and my significant other has suggested creating a map. For those of you who are unaware, there is a place titled The Wake in The Fray, but it spirals downward more so than it spreads across.
Alongside that, I have more character illustrations, book covers, editing. Writing 😅 a lot. But this is the pace I should have kept with all of my work.
It hasn’t lost its feeling. Something maybe we all have felt, but my version of it. It feels warm, wrapped in proper clothing. Brisk like fall winds. Heady, like kisses and tea in front of a fire place. Sometimes I smell mocha as well. I like that.
As I continue to embark on this literary journey, and make stops along the way, I am reminded of why I love writing so much.
Because I can be myself, and I love my mind.
The Heiress JCS 