This afternoon my daughter asked about the novel that I wroteÂ Â and if she could see it. So I dug out my one and only copy that is in print form and handed it to her. She was very impressed that it was 28 chapters long.Â And then she told me that I should write another book, I should make it a series, becauseÂ then I could change the title to include Book One. (As if the title of my book wasn’t long enough already, but that’s besides the point.)
Well, of course she has an awesome idea.
Of a series.
All I need now is Book Two.
And an agent.
And a publisher.
And an editor.
And maybe someone to write that query letter that I’ve been putting off … for one, two, three, four, five and-a-half years now.