I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.
No. Not the rented room in a mate’s gaff in Dublin for an indeterminable period.
Not the unemployment line.
I’m talking specifically about the ol’ creative endeavours. Picking up that pen again and channelling characters that I keep locked up in my head.
I’ve recognised after a few years of stop/start writing of novels that I go through spurts of high activity followed by lulls where I drop off the blog and writing radar. This quiet period is a time to let the juices percolate and bubble until I’m ready to pour it onto a page.
The sequel to SIGIL is in the bag. At least, the first draft is complete.
Fr Tom Regan is back in action. This time on the other side of the world.
In a small town on the border of the Amazon rainforest, a series of accidental deaths rock the community. The victims, backpackers on the gringo trail, all share the experience of having recently taken the hallucinogenic medicine, Yage.
Fr Tom Regan is in Peru for missionary work. His niece, Louise, is backpacking through the country. Their paths are on course to meet. That is, until she suddenly disappears.
Investigating further, Fr Regan discovers the deaths were anything but accidental, and uncovers a disturbing pattern – one which plunges his niece into grave danger. In a race against time, Regan has to piece together the clues before the jungle claims another victim.
I draw heavily on my own time in Peru, specifically my life-changing experience taking yage (AKA ayahuasca).
Truth is, I gotta get me a job to pay for an editor. I have no interest in releasing something that isn’t the best possible version of the story. That ain’t cheap. An example of the day job supporting the passion.
Looking at late Summer release date, all being well.
Just gotta loop back. Trust the process. Work myself out of this little funky period. Short stories are the Pacman pellets that’ll lead me to the next level until I narrow in the next novel idea.
Time to take it up a notch.
Slumber time over.