So while some of you are happily reading Child of Lies, I’m already working on BOOK 3. The working title is: Something of something.
The pic below shows how I generally start a book, especially a sequel. I write a list of Things I Know For Sure (I had to blur out a bad spoiler). I’m sometimes wrong about these items, but usually I have a few big facts, scenes, reveals, and twists I’m pretty sure will show up.
I’ve also got a document that reminds me Where We Left Off With Each Character. I’ve got another list titled Open Loops, which is currently taking up a huge part of my new whiteboard wall.
If I follow my usual process, once I get bored with all this pre-writing, I’ll begin outlining some plot points. Quickly after that, I’ll get hopelessly stuck in the outline. That’s when I start actually writing chapters.
At exactly 33% into the book, I’ll get utterly stuck and extremely depressed and wonder why I chose to write any novel ever. I’ll mope around and binge on Netflix for a week (or maybe more), before just giving up on figuring it out. Then I’ll start writing some boring scene I had been avoiding all along, and suddenly I’ll break through. A few weeks later, the first draft will come together and I’ll wonder why it took me so long.
But this is where it all starts. A bunch of dense paragraphs, handwritten with a fountain pen and a heaping dose of love.