Waiting On Me

I took Molly to the beach.

I’ve been avoiding a full reread of the first book. For many writers, myself included, reading one’s past publications can be emotional, weird, cringe inducing, depressing…you get the idea.

However…

However.

“When is the next book coming out?” is a question I hear at least once a week. It’s flattering and encouraging—that readers like Molly and Josiah makes me happy. But the question has yet to shake me from my writing malaise and frustration with the several times revised but still not solidified Book 2 manuscript.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday I called my grandma. It had been a while since we’ve spoken. She and Grandpa are in their mid/late eighties, and her health is not great. I should call more often.

Grandma told me she loved my book. She said it kept her engaged and wanting more. And then she asked me the question:

“When is the next book coming out?”

After nearly a year and several frustrating revisions, it’s time to be brave and face my own writing. Get my bearings on the story, and get it done. My grandma is waiting on me.