I was talking to a friend last week, you know just babbling about something or another, when I was hit by another one. Another idea. For another book. Because really the four I’m currenly working on aren’t enough.

So I blamed her (don’t worry, she’s used to it!) and told her I wouldn’t write it because there’s no way I can deal with so many ideas in my head at once. Except that when I was on my way home that night, the characters took shape in my head and they started talking. No, seriously. By the time I got home from work, I had the premise, some kind of a plot, why they were at that point in their lives, what’d happened to get them there…they wouldn’t stop talking, damn it! I knew what was going to happen with my heroine. All that was missing was the end of the freaking story.

But I held strong. Go me! So all right, I might have thought about a possible title for that book. Idea. Whatever. And I might have found one.
However I’m still holding strong.

One week on and I still haven’t typed a single word.
I might have the whole book in my head but hey, I haven’t written any of it. See, I’m being good. Right?

Emma