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Well, I’ve got a little over a hundred pages for Merry. It was originally the beginning for A STROKE OF MIDNIGHT, but I felt like we needed to back-fill some story issues. I also felt the need for a stronger mystery plot. I did that, and found that the original beginning no longer worked for the book at all. It was all important stuff and necessary, but not yet, not here. Well, unless I change my mind again, it’s the beginning for book five of Merry. I think it is. I’m almost a hundred percent sure. So, suddenly, I’m a hundred pages ahead. Cool. Weird, but cool. Last time I thought these hundred pages were the middle of a book, but they are the beginning. They just are.
Beginning a book is like getting into a body of water. You can dab a toe in, test the temperature. You can wade in slowly, adjusting. You can throw yourself into the deep end of the pool. This beginning is definitely deep end of the pool. Actually, it feels more you were peering over a cliff edge at a river far below, and someone comes up behind you and shoves. We’ll hit the water screaming together, I guess. Welcome to the deep end, ladies and gentlemen. It’s pretty much where I live.