So I was left with the question, should I do this whole thing again? I mean I was asked to, but should I?
I learned quite a bit writing my first one. I had made revisions to it and brought my vocabulary back to a much more useful level. Why not do it again. The second time should be easier. Besides that, I had fun right?
So I hunkered down with my ‘bible’ and added all the new stuff from the first book, The Matilda. I wrote all the points I wanted to hit and I left it loosey goosey. I wasn’t going to struggle with an outline this time. I waited until I had everything as ready as I thought it could be.
I grabbed my keyboard, flipped the screen on started to write. The first few days were a struggle. By the middle of the second week, I wasn’t sure where the story was going and it was frustrating. But I knew I could it this time, no matter what.
Then my invisible muse came to me and the rest of the second book wrote itself. I almost couldn’t keep up with the words as they flowed from my fingers to the screen. I had my first draft done in about twenty days.
That’s one of hell of an improvement from the first one. It was crazy. It was exhilarating. All in all, it was a blast.
That was the most fun I have ever had writing. I couldn’t wait to work on a third one now. Of course, I still had to revise that first draft.