Meanwhile, not knowing I was working on this despicable book, Dragon Moon Press requested two sequels to Destiny's Blood. Now there was a sign that I should change writing gears!
Once I started writing the first sequel, I understood why the prequel wasn't working out. My heroes were not in the right place, or rather the right time. The sequel started tumbling together as I used bits of the prequel, their story now supporting this story instead of being the story. (Work that out in your heads.)
As the first of those two sequels is now in Gabrielle Harbowy's awesome editing hands, it's time for me to truly let go of that failed prequel. Here's the letter I wrote to it before giving up on it.
I was very excited about your imminent arrival. I cleaned up my desktop and my writing desk for you. I made a new
file. I archived old documents. I bought a new notebook (hard-cover, spiral-bound, 8.5x11 – my faves), and I purchased multiple-coloured pens to welcome you in style.
Despite all of this, you have yet to show up. After the first few days I brushed it off as a minor held-back, perhaps a traffic jam? But it has been over a month, and I have come to believe that you, manuscript, are inconsiderate.
Oh, the plans I had for you. We were going to dive back into the world of Destiny’s Blood and face the Ether Wars. We were going to rely on the powers of the Berganda to lead us through the wild chase, and help a young woman find her best friend and her true home. People were going to laugh, cry, and feel damn good about the whole thing by the end.
And I was ready for that ending. I had the last party all planned out. Our Berganda heroine was going to come back after having faced pain, death, true friendship, loss and hope, and she was going to go back home, where it all began. And that was going to be the greatest metamorphosis for her, and it would have changed her fate forever. A fate changed of her own choice. That was going to be the best part.
But no. You just didn’t feel like showing up.
I'm disappointed in you, Manuscript. Very, very disappointed. But you know what? I'll go on without you. There are plenty of other manuscripts that would like to hang out with me. I don't need you.