am trying to get words back into my head. When I write the world is just there and it
fills my head up, and everythingis fine. But right now, my head is so empty (no snark, please) that I am
having a hard time trying to decide what to do next. I am leaning heavily towards trying to figure out
how I screwed up The Chocolatier’s Ghost, especially since I need to do a semi-re-read of The
Chocolatier’s Wife so I can insert illustrations for a hopefully to someday come out hard cover edition.
(I know, right? HARDCOVER.)
And I want to draw a map. I need to draw one so we can see where all my lands
are — Pandroth and Berengeny and the new island in the new book, whose name escapes me — and not
mix up my geography.
That’s the danger of writing a series.
Every time you publish a book you publish hard and fast rules that you need to make sure of,
I’d written a rant and got worried that I would offend someone, so I took it out. I try and be kind, but…sometimes.