Welp, as the young people today say, yesterday evening I was sitting in the waiting room of the dance academy while Wump had her class. I was looking after Toop, but she was content to toddle around and basically be a crazy little goon, so I pulled out my phone.
In the 45 minutes while I waited for Wump to finish her dance class, I accidentally wrote an outline for a new book series.
It’s currently set at 7 books. I’d like to cut that down to 6, and I think I can manage that – otherwise, I might as well make it 8 again, and I don’t know if this needs to stretch to 8. 6 is a manageable number for a series of books the size of the ones I have done so far, and I see no reason for them to be significantly bigger or smaller.
Yes, it’s a direct sequel to The Final Fall of Man series. I am still hoping to actually write a couple of related but different series between now and the moment I go ahead with the sequel, since there is a lot of setup to do.
But I guess I’ll go where my muse tells me to go, since my muse apparently has me in an affectionate headlock with my arm twisted friendly-like up into the small of my back right now…