I’m publishing my second book in about six weeks.  Maybe I can begin to consider myself a writer.   Truthfully, I’ve been writing for a long time, been blogging for quite a while, and that’s writing, too, I suppose.

When I first wrote Luke & Bella, I didn’t have any notion of publishing it.  I wrote it and posted it serially, first on Tumblr and then on WordPress.  There were a handful of people who seemed to enjoy reading it and I met a few published authors who made it seem possible for me to stretch out of my comfort zone and enter the world of Indie publishing.  But in all honesty, I wrote that book for me.  I loved the story and I adored the characters.  It was a book I really wanted to read.

When I saw the end drawing near, I felt a sense of panic.  I knew I’d miss my characters terribly and I wondered what I’d do with my time.  So while I finished the end of Luke & Bella, I began to work on Rannigan’s Redemption.  Once again, it’s a story I want to read.   A very long story.  It’s going to be three books.  I’ve fallen for new characters and writing the end was very emotional for a number of reasons.

I’m in the editing and revising stages for Part 2 and Part 3 which I plan to release in the winter and the spring.  But I’ve already started on the next project.  Because I need to write the books I want to read.