Two things: First, I sometimes get an idea or a scene in my mind and really hold onto it until I need to sit down and write it out. This was the case with a half dozen little beginnings of stories that I might will write assuming I live long enough eventually. Second, I get my best ideas as I’m lying in bed, just about to drift off to sleep. I used to forget them when I fell asleep, but something about being older has allowed me to hold onto them.
The other night I had one such idea and several days later I sat down and wrote the first two pages of what might be a Blood Trade sequel. I don’t think I’ll write anything else on it for a while because I don’t really have a story; I just had a scene. Also, Blood Trade is one of my least popular books. I really feel like I need to focus on books that people want to read– top of the list being the next Robot Wife book.
It did feel really good to write this little bit though– surprising, since I writing the first book was such a wringing experience.
City of Amathar 