So I’ve started on the next book.
I didn’t mean to, really. I still have a teeny-tiny bit of work on Someday In Dublin – not content, but formatting – and I just plain needed a break from it for a little while.
And this scene was rolling around in my head and I’ve found that when that happens, it’s best to just write it out. So I did.
The girl, out in the desert. Sitting on a mesa, under a sky full of stars. The stark, craggy rocks and bits of scrub brush around her. The lingering smell of the rain on the creosote bushes – something you can only experience while living in the desert (I grew up in New Mexico, so I know it well).
This one is going to be powerful. That’s the word. Powerful.
And now, back to the drips and drabs of Someday In Dublin.
This is what I love most about writing. I can go from a mesa to a cliff on the Irish coast, all in the same afternoon.