Sometimes I just have to wonder at my own stupidity. I flounder about procrastinating about starting work and then when I do I create impossible situations. When I started the Vampiris Series I wrote the three books concurrently as the word building was a large and difficult task. I had complicated worlds within worlds and needed to keep close tabs. After years of work I was determined to calm down and so completed a little romance and the fourth book in the series Florian Ribeni.
Knowing that the next book was going to be a long and complex set of adventures I considered the Moons of Bornak for several months before starting. I was a trifle reluctant to start because this book will have so many elements come together and will be very hard work. Even with this knowledge firmly in my mind I managed to find myself writing not one, or two but three books again. They are not all of the Vampiris Series, but I still have to wonder at why I would decided to add to the burden by writing works in three entirely different genres. It seems that unless it’s going to be impossible then I can’t seem to start.