Lightbulb of Doom

Have I mentioned yet how adding "of doom" to the end of any noun makes it sound much cooler? The same works for "of chaos", though "of doom" adds that delightfully dark element of mystique, don't you think?

Anyway, last night I had an epiphany. After writing over 26,000 words of Eighth Grade Bites (the first book in my YA vampy series), it's time to lay it aside and work on something else. Now, before you jump my case about it, know this: Vlad has completely clammed up and, although I know exactly where the story is going, I don't have the drive to tell his tale right now. I need to write and every time I open his file lately, I end up not writing. So, given a choice, I'd rather work on something that's open to my words right now than something that's not. I'm not abandoning Vlad--not by a long shot. I just need a break from him.

So, against the advice of so many writers ("Don't work on the second book of a series that hasn't sold!") I'm returning to my Carrion tribe, the sorceress Ardyn and her sharp-tongued wizarding pal, Kalikhan. The second book of The Rapture Chronicles is in disarray, but I believe I can have this sucker (Haha! Get it? Sucker? Blood...sucker.....? Well, hey, I thought it was funny.) finished, polished and ready to go by the new calendar year. Is it completely stupid to throw myself into the second book of a series that's, as of yet, unagented? Maybe.

But I never was much for the rules.