Or in my case, maybe not. You see, I'm in this weird place of sophomore book blues. Getting No Place To Fall out into the world has been an absolute rush, from the Xmas in July contest, to agent decisions, to signing, to a sale, to all of the editing and milestones that come after the sale. It's a given, it's polished, and now it is completely out of my hands. Yes, it's still 7 months away from release, but for me it's done.
I thought I had my book 2 finished, but my agent and editor both felt that book wasn't the right follow up to NPTF. Luckily, I'd written a crappy first draft of a new book. This book, code name Unlikely Friendship, is a companion book of sorts to NPTF. It's set in the same fictional town, and one of the protagonists makes a cameo in NPTF.
But let me tell y'all, it's HARD. I'm writing dual POV between two girls. I'm writing a Latina and I want her voice to be distinct but not the voice of a white woman trying to write a Latina teen. I'm comparing this second revision to my polished and spit-shined NPTF, which is STUPID, but I can't help myself. And I keep reading great books which have me weeping in my coffee bemoaning the fact that I'm obviously a worthless hack.
All of this to say, I have sophomore book funk. I'm plugging away, and there are things I definitely love about it, and big visions of where I want it to be, but it ain't there.
So if I seem quiet of late, you'll find me here. Tearing my hair out.