Despite my carefully laid plans, as usual I'm kicking over the traces and messing all my plans up. Right now? I'm suddenly obsessed with writing Bloodhound, the sequel to Bell-Men. Yeah, you know, that book I haven't sold. But I've intended to make it a trilogy all along, and I suddenly know what I want to do with the second book, so boom. I started writing this evening.
It also snowed two inches today. AGAIN. Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to live in the sunny south. I can't believe how much snow we've had this winter already. Fortunately, by the time I left work (and I had to give a placement test this evening, so I didn't get to leave until late), half the snow had already melted and the roads were clear.
I'm happy to be writing, even if it's not the project I should be working on. I'm quite certain Bell-Men will sell--I reread it over my vacation, when I was in the throes of my cold and couldn't really concentrate on anything I hadn't already read, and it's actually very good. When it does sell, it'll be nice to have the sequel ready to go too. Besides, I've missed writing gory scenes of Cam cutting off vampires' heads.