I’m about 9,000 words (33 pages, since word counts are apparently pretty much meaningless to anyone but a writer) into the sequel to Haven, which I’m currently calling Colony. Not sure how happy I am with that title, but it’s good enough to work with for the moment. I do have a plan for the cover, which I haven’t sprung on Wendy yet. I’m sure she’ll have both mixed reactions and a better suggestion. It’s awesome to have an expert in the family.
I’ve had another novel on the back burner for a while (No Such Thing), which I’ve been kind of keen to continue on, but as I explained to my older son, I really want to find out what happens to Eli and Mallory, and there’s no one who’s going to tell me but me. He looked at me a bit incredulously when I told him this (he does that a lot, truth be told), and I explained that I’m never quite sure what my characters are going to do until they do it. His reaction was ‘hunh’. Better authors than yours truly have expressed this tendency, so I’m sure it isn’t just me.
In the meantime, I imagine the characters in No Such Thing (and the long-delayed sequel to End Plan) are sitting around grumbling, occasionally looking at their watches, and maybe smoking cigarettes while they wait for me to get my ass in gear.