Signy Shepherd Rides Again

Did I mention that Book Two in the Signy Shepherd series is well underway?

I know I mentioned in my last post that once Blown Red was turned into my agent the entire project vanished from my thoughts but, Book Two, which I had put on the back burner while I worked on the revisions to Blown Red is calling to me.

I LOVE the premise of Book Two. I think it is more complex, less cliche and I can't wait to get back to it.

Of course it would be optimum if Blown Red sold and the publisher wanted a second book. Knowing that there is a financial reward at the end of a project is a great incentive. It is easy to write under those circumstances.

Writing a popular genre novel when there is no guarantee of monetary gain is a different kettle of fish. It is not as though the writing is personally cathartic, or full of insight, or, in fact, brilliant on any level. It is just a fun story meant to entertain.

And, as it turns out, it is a fun story to write.

So, regardless of whether the first book sells, or whether I have to return to a 'real world' job, it seems I just can't let Signy Shepherd and her Scooby Gang of misfits molder in the recesses of my mind for much longer.

I guess that makes me a writer....

"What is it?" Grace asked.

Signy turned the strange object over in her palm, brushing the tip of one finger over what appeared to be a miniscule antenna.  "I have absolutely no idea."

Grace narrowed her eyes. "Maybe we should put it back."

Signy nodded. "It might be rigged to explode or something." Grinning, she sat back on her heels. "Then again, it just might be the key to this entire mess."

Grace peered at the object, its fluorescent orange surface giving off a toxic glow. Her eyes twinkled. "Open it."

Signy laughed then slowly pried off the lid.