I’m a seat-of-the-pants sort of writer. When I start a book, I have in mind a character, a situation, and a direction it’s going, but that’s usually all. After I wrote the first draft of The Fall, I had this idea: take a particular character from that story, put him somewhere I’ve never gone before, and send the woman he loves after him. Add villains and stir. The result is such a departure from anything I’ve done before that I stole my husband’s Christmas vacation, throwing ideas back and forth with him, plotting out the caper that takes up the second half of the
story.

Well yes, I did say caper, didn’t I? The problem with that is keeping track of all the layers of deception and deciding when to reveal what’s really going on. I’ve had to do tons of research, to the point where I wondered what made me think I could write anything like this! The writer’s life has certainly taken me in directions I never dreamed I’d go.

Farryn’s War is, I hope, slightly more than half finished at 48k words.