Yesterday I wrote after a four month absence yet here I am. I was thinking that perhaps I would rather do this then finish my book. After a year of research and two years of writing you would think I would want it done, just finish it and move on to Book Two. Yet I find myself strangely reluctant. Before at the back of my mind it was there waiting to be created. I am not sure how I will feel when it isn’t anymore? Or maybe it is and I am just struggling with what it will be like to start the next in the series?