One of the best parts about being a writer is that people expect you to be a little weird, quirky and drunk by noon. I had long since planned my next to be novel to the follow-up to Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors. I’ve got an outline and everything.
But, whenever I got into it, it just didn’t seem right. For the longest time I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. This weekend I had an epiphany. It wasn’t cool like a flash of lightning or anything. Actually, it hit my wife. She simply said, “maybe there’s another story before it.”
It all kind of made sense after that. She was right. The story I plan to tell in Songs of the Apocalypse still excites me. I love where the character is at emotionally. But, I have to get him there first and that will take another book.
So, here’s the quirky part, I’ve been promising Songs of the Apocalypse to be my next book. Now, it’s not. It’s still coming, but I have to tell the other story first. Before that I have to figure out what that story is.
This changes my plans. I know people are waiting for the sequel to Post so my plan is to write the next two books in the series this year and have them both released, hopefully, in time for summer.
If I had a point to this post it’s that you’ve got to stay flexible. People have graciously asked for sequels to all of my stories but none more than Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors. But, rushing to answer that call wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t be the story it could be. It’s okay to slow it down and really think things through if it means a better story in the end.
I hope this doesn’t disappoint anyone. And, I hope everyone understands that it’s for the best. It will make Songs a better story in the end. If they don’t understand, let’s just all pretend I was drunk. Okay?
UPDATE: Just this afternoon I figured what the next Duck & Cover story is going to be. So we’re that much closer. Okay, back to drinking.
Why pretend, you’ve only got about five hours to write it , according to the Mayans anyway…
Personally I think they were off by a few years. The world ended in 2007. We just haven’t heard about it yet because it had nothing to do with a celebrity.