I know I’m supposed to be proof reading Drink Me. Writing synopses and query letters and other practical things. Failing that, I should be editing Path, or working up this middle grade thing.* But what I have been doing is having migraine-style headaches which stop my brain from functioning.
And then last Friday night I couldn’t sleep. It rained and I wrote and did not sleep.
And in the morning I discovered that instead of sleeping I had written about five thousand words, made about a jillion typos, and apparently coined the word ‘undisgusting’.
And I was writing a new book.
I looked at this thing that was kind of frantically adolescent in tone and went, Screw the book I’m meant to be working on, I think I just found my next side-project.
I don’t know what it is yet, or even if it really is anything. Right now all I have is the veriest sketch of a young adult urban fantasy… something. I have two characters, a world, and a concept. And an itch at the back of my brain that wants me to write.
* Because I think I might actually need an outline to work from with that one. So weird.