This time last year I was convinced my writing was done. The Phoenix Series was complete and the desire to start something new was lacking. However, March brought more than a shed load of downloads and subsequent sales. It provided the spur I needed to get moving again.

I previewed the main characters of my next series ‘The Freeman Files’ in the past two blog posts and began writing #1 ‘Fatal Decision’ in mid-July. Twenty thousand words in so far. I’m on schedule for the first four books of the six-book series to be finished by December.

That first book will be published in time for Christmas and as well as writing books #5 & #6 in the New Year, the remaining books will be published far more rapidly than in the past. So, by mid-May the series will be ‘live’ in full.

Not writing for a year meant this past three weeks have been a struggle, I must admit. I hoped to achieve 3000 words per day as I had when I was writing regularly. I was lucky to get a thousand at the outset. Fortunately, I’ve had a couple of better days recently. The rhythm is coming back.

I never had the benefit of higher education and the technical aspects professional writers refer to go right over my head. I draft a skeleton format for a story. I decide on my characters and put flesh on the bones. For all my previous books I carried those characters around inside my head, so they could talk to me, and tell me where they wanted to go.

Then, when I started writing, I would know roughly where each chapter was drafted to reach, but the characters regularly changed their minds and took the story in an unexpected direction. We’d reach the ending I planned for the book, but not always via the route I’d expected.

This past weekend I had a dream. Sometimes we forget what they were all about don’t we? In ‘Fatal Decision’ Gus Freeman has to solve a cold case from a decade earlier. I had drafted the skeleton story line, I knew the killer, but I didn’t have the intermediate clues to sprinkle through the chapters that would explain why they were guilty.

I woke up at about five in the morning. The road ahead was now clear. The conversations the characters had in my dream stayed long enough for me to jot down the salient points. I’ve always kept a notepad and pen by my bed. You never know when an idea will spring up.

Not everyone will know the identity of the killer from the first clue, but it will all make sense in the end. Now all we have to do is write the remaining chapters. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. Those main characters are inside my head for five more books after this one. I’m sure I’ll need their help solving the other mysteries.

Take care and best wishes.  I’ll be back in September.

 

 

 

Categories: The Long Hard Road