Writing Onward

I'd made fantastic progress on Sand, until reaching a point where one change will require me to make revisions to everything previous.  So it's still progress, these revisions.  It only feels as if I'm going backwards.

 

Then, in a wonderful fit of words, I put down a huge amount of information outlining the sequel to Surrender the Past—the sequel to Chant.  A major event I thought would happen near the beginning of Past actually occurs in the final third.  That means the third in the series—Tomorrow's Bones—will start at a different place, and that might mean a fourth novel.

 

But today, it's back to Sand.  Only after I reach its end will I permit myself to work any more on Past.

 

(Dear Gods of Creativity: You have blessed me with an abundance of ideas, for which I am most grateful.  Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you put in a good word for me with the Gods of Uninterrupted Hours so I might put those ideas on paper?)