Sometimes the Words are Hard to Find.

I am in the throws of trying to get the second book, Wilson Mooney, Eighteen at Last, written. It is so different than, Almost Eighteen. With the first book everything flowed free. There wasn't expectations, responsibilities to the readers, just me and my thoughts, experiences, and characters. I allowed twists and turns to develop as I discovered the lives of Wilson, Max, Cindy, and Nick.

Now suddenly there is a past to coordinate with, a story I have to refer to, lives to effect. Suddenly it isn't as easy as it used to be. But that is writing; as in life, everything doesn't have to come up peaches and cream. Sometimes we must tread through binding times to discover freedom; experience lack to recognize abundance; and struggle with words, to bust open creative development. 

I know as I get ready to release the first book in the series, that the work I am doing on WM2 will be just as good if not better than the first. I know that the demand will be placed square on my shoulders to release a continuum stronger than the life experiences from Almost Eighteen. I just hope I can give my readers everything they want without losing my way in Eighteen at Last.