It’s been over two years since I last published anything. That was The Lies We Lead. It’s been over three years since I released the second book in the Paul Robertson Saga, A Tortured Soul. So what have I been doing in the meantime, when’s my next book going to come out and what the hell is going on with Paul?
Simply put, I’ve been busy. Work busy. It’s been a hectic and tiring couple of years and, I’m afraid, it doesn’t show any signs of slowing down anytime soon. But that’s just an excuse. Despite being busy at work, I really should have found the time to sit down at home and write, but I’ve been failing in that regard. That’s on me. That makes me a ‘naughty author’.
Part of the problem has been motivation. I was writing the third (and hopefully final) book in Paul’s story, but I kind of wrote myself into a corner and couldn’t work out how to get out of it—so I just stopped writing.
That’s quite poor on my part. The Word document still sits there in my Dropbox, untouched for a long, long time now. Every so often I open it up and try to work out how to re-write what I’ve already written to get myself out of the mess I’ve made with the plot.
But I just can’t face it.
The problem is, I know that to “fix it” and get it back on track, I’m probably going have to throw a whole chunk of it in the bin and that’s not something I like to do. I really should, but I don’t want to.
I suppose one solution would be to start again. Create a new word document and copy the text I want to keep to it—meaning I don’t have to throw away anything. I can keep it in a file that no one will see but me.
But I haven’t done that either. Instead, I bought an Xbox and spent far too long sitting about playing Assassin’s Creed and GTA V.
But what I have been doing, particularly these past few months, is work on a sequel to The Lies We Lead instead. This book is called The Truths We Live and it’s currently nearly sixty thousand words long—which is anything from fifty to eighty percent finished depending on how long it ends up being.
I like what I’ve written, although I think I’m going to have to ditch two and possibly three of the plot ideas I had for this book to keep it coherent and of a reasonable length. This isn’t a bad thing. The exact opposite, in fact. When one starts to reject ideas for a book it shows one is focused on finishing said book.
And I suppose I can always hang on to those ideas for a third book.
So that’s where I am. I’ve got a book that I’m I see the light at the end of the tunnel with, and I’ll keep plugging away at it as often as I can and hopefully, you’ll all get to read it soon.
Hopefully.
