I made the mistake of telling my editor that I wrote book two. Now that my fearless leader knows my second novel is written, she’s all like “Great! Send it to me in three weeks!” That was a week ago, and I have not even started editing it yet.
I gave it to my wife first. I work on everything with my wife Monica (She is the M. in C.M. Moore). She handed it back to me with a shake of her head. That means that right now she won’t touch it with a ten-foot poll.
So back with it in my hands, I cracked it open. When I began to edit, I was shocked at the book. The novel is riddled with problems that before I didn’t even know existed. I’ve learned so much re-working 1:05 a.m. that I am embarrassed by book two. The problem is, I still like the heart of the story. The road to getting my first book out was long and arduous. I think some part of me thought that 2:05 a.m. would be easier in a way. It’s not.
And now to admit a dark secret…I am not editing at all.
I began to write 3:05 a.m. I had this really great idea for it. I’m having so much fun. When my head is caught up with characters from a book it makes it almost impossible to work on something different. There is a quote I once read that talked about how you must bat away ideas while you are writing. I’m not someone who can do that. I am deep into book three, and I can’t pull myself away from it. I’m not batting away even one single idea.
And now to admit an even darker secret…I went hunting.
Please don’t tell my editor any of this. Thanks and I'll be back in a week.
All dates are subject to change.