Okay, where should I start? Let’s start with the truth- writing the second book is like treading water in a vat of pig shit. Or, should I say, treading water in a vat of pig shit that you love swimming in. We wouldn’t bother if we didn’t enjoy it, right? But crikey it is hard work.
Firstly, there is the dreaded self-doubt. Can I live up to book one? Will I do the characters justice? Am I creatively spent? Secondly, there is the story logistics. How many characters have I brought forward? How many must I add? Can I develop their character and narrative arcs further? Thirdly, there is the matter of time. How can I commit enough time to writing book two if I’m forever self-promoting book one?
… and breathe.
There is only one answer I have found to all of the above and that is to slog through it. Grit your teeth and hit the ground running. Bulldoze your way through if needs be, but don’t stop. It might not be pretty at first, but we all soon find our stride. Anything worth doing is hard work, but hard work doesn’t mean it can’t be fun.