Had a great meeting with my editor at Hodder yesterday, one of the outcomes of which was that we agreed a title for the second book in the new trilogy. I’ve been mulling it over for months and it’s finally stuck. Drum roll please, as I stop referring to it nebulously as Book 2 and welcome it into the world as “Renegade.” The exact publication date is yet to be confirmed, but it’s looking like summer 2012.
It’s a bit like naming a baby I guess – gives it an identity and brings it to life with the acceptance that it’s coming. (Although imagine a household with two kids called Insurrection and Renegade?) It’s not a figment of your imagination any longer, but is taking shape and getting ready to become something apart from you. It’s possibly the most used analogy among novelists – that writing one is like having a baby, but it’s still the best way of describing the process I think. The conception, the gestation, the delivery. All that and then you have to let the little bugger go out into the world, and possibly get kicked around in the school playground.
This week I’m loving spring flowers, listening to Mumford & Sons, and the fact that a mate just sent me a link to a blog advertising royal wedding sick bags.
Who said romance was dead…