I am so happy to earnestly be working on the second book in the Witherheart trilogy (or at least I'm aiming to make it into a trilogy). Work and so many other things have been getting in the way, and for a long time my motivation and inspiration was nowhere to be found. It's so hard to write effectively in that state of mind, but I thought about it every day. The second book (I've yet to come up with a working title) is a lot more brutal and plot oriented than the first one, the trails much harsher with severe consequences. Zachary comes back in this one. His attachment to his cousin grows and morphs, which has been fun and exciting for me as the author to develop. A new boy shows up who becomes very important. Writing his character gives me flashbacks of the Mortal Instruments series because his personality is snarky and egotistical, but he's also a fighter.
The book is fast on it's way to ending. I have it planned out already and am very much looking forward to writing it. If only I didn't have to sleep! I've been rereading Dracula in whatever spare time I have, and Steven King's On Writing, which I haven't touched in Lord knows how long. Reading is just as fun as writing, and when I'm doing one it always makes me want to to the other. A glutton is what I am.
