Yesterday I got a casual email from my editor asking how I wanted to approach revisions for ANTIGODDESS. It was very casual. Breezy, even. But as I replied, blathering on and on, my head started to turn about how I was planning on starting book two this week, and how I guess I should just start revisions, but how I really wanted to get started on book two, but revisions, but book two, but REVISIONS.
And once you start thinking like that, it can quickly branch off into all the things you wonder about new projects. There was a definite moment of my old standard, "What if I have to go to the bathroom, and I can't find one, and my bladder explodes?" (That's from What About Bob?)
Or, in writer speak, "I think I've got a novel, but what if I don't, and the words run out, and my bladder explodes?"
Needless to say, I abandoned my laptop for a few hours and comforted myself with A WANT SO WICKED, which you are going to want, trust me.
In the end, I started revisions. The plan is to juggle the two chapter by chapter. So I should be ready to start book two, perhaps even tomorrow. I don't think it's premature to say this plan will be foiled, but what the fuck. Here we go.