So, this just happened:
As if I don’t have enough going on, I just started writing Yet Another Book. This came out of left field today as I free-associated on some random memories, and BOOM, I had a title and even a rough plot summary by way of my trusty Pixar Plot Summary Template. On my drive home I had a few character names, and a genre (Thriller).
So look upon my WIP, ye mighty, and despair:
- I am querying Book One of a planned trilogy.
- I am about 25% done with the first draft of Book Two (as yet untitled) of the planned trilogy.
- I am ~1500 words into the first draft of the new thriller. (It is intended to be a stand-alone story, with no immediate plans to make a series out of it. Stand-alone books are still a thing, I think?)
Not to jinx it and stuff, but… I might be a writer, you guys.
What sort of adjective precedes the word “writer” is TBD. Right now I am going to settle for “productive” and/or “busy”.