I’m writing each and every day at the moment.
I write in the mornings on my train to work, lunchtimes in cafes, on the train home in the evening. I even write in bed beside my lovely and patient wife. I wake up in the small hours of the morning and think over chapters, work out plot points far ahead.
What I’m working on now is epic in scale. I’ve never ever attempted anything like it, but rather than scaring me, it is exciting the hell out of me.
I’m currently working on one book, but I see it as the start of a trilogy (maybe the starting point of two trilogies, though that dream is so far down the line, I can’t afford to give much brain time to that. I can afford to get carried away with all this, but not too damn carried away). It will be a huge story. I’m no longer writing about men finding their own small worlds torn apart, but instead about events that could actually tear the whole world apart.
But as well as this trilogy, I envisage a long prequel story and as least ten other short stories, which will follow the earlier adventures of one of the major characters. There’s a lot of work needed, but I relish it.
I’ve never done anything like this before and it should be daunting, but I don’t feel daunted. I feel alive and enthused.