After three solid months of writing during every spare moment I could find, last week I found myself with no book to write. No more tweaking, no more reading over chapters to see if I could tighten up the prose or make something more clear. No more notes on things I ought to address earlier, or leave for later, or add, or delete. I've been through it enough times (for now), so I await the feedback of others.
So what do I do? I start another book.
Granted, this is all part of the grand plan. To Whatever End is the first in a trilogy, and I knew that going into writing it. In fact, I know where all ends, three books later...
But more than that, this is something I have wanted not just to do, but to be. I can't recall who to attribute this quote to, but someone once said, "Do you want to be a writer, or someone who wrote a book once?" I'd place myself firmly in the former category. I've wanted to be a writer for a long, long time.
Plus, I sort of unleashed the beast and now I can't get this stuff out of my head.
In other news, I wanted to share some collaboration awesomeness. David and I work on the creative aspects of just about everything together. He's also been dabbling with some other fun stuff, including these graphics. The intent is to place small versions of these above the chapter headings, adding some visual interest and giving the book a more polished look. Plus, each graphic denotes one of the point-of-view characters, so each chapter will open with the appropriate image. These may or may not be tweaked a little before publication time, but I love how they turned out. Nice, yes?