I can’t describe how unnerving it is to be done with FLOTSAM.
It’s on NetGalley and, provided no hawk-eyed reader catching any other typos or such things, I won’t have to touch those words again.
I’ve been sifting through those words as carefully as a prospector for so long, it feels bizarre to move to a new project and know the last is, for all intents and purposes, set in stone.
This morning as I worked on my current revision of SALVAGE, the sequel, there were little urges, like muscle twitches, like instinct, to go back and seed more foreshadowing, or new terminology, into the first book. But I can’t. It’s done.
Sequels are hard. I think my instinct was to hide in the skirts of the first book whenever its sequel intimidated me. Now I have to grow up and face the monster on my own.