Once upon a time, I wrote and self published a novel. It had been my high school, college, and in between project. Hey, it took me from 1996 to 2013 to get that undergrad degree under my belt. A few minutes. Somewhere in there, I wrote a novel. Needless to say, I have not quit my day job and am not a best seller. Not in this universe, anyways.
A hand full of times I tried to go back to it. And failed. My characters really didn’t have anything left to say to me, and I left a lot left in my little universe to play with. I did try a few time. Rayen wasn’t taking. Maybe she was pissed. Maybe she was recovering. Maybe she was just… you know, waiting. Maybe shit hadn’t gotten real enough in my world that she felt the need to speak up. I don’t want to say that she’s me. The names and places have been changed, etc, etc. but she came from me. So, yeah. I guess a lot of her is me.
So I stopped asking.
I moved on with my life. I picked up other projects. Finished some. Tabled a lot more. I moved on.
She didn’t.
It seems that she’s back, and she’s got more to say.
Good.
I’m welcoming this. I need it.
Clearly, I have no name for it. But it will be bloody. It will be filled with “adult themes”. It will pick up where she/I left off.
Julie M Anderson 