It’s one of those analogy metaphor things that kinda explains where I’ve been and how things have been going.

Amy Grace was intended to be a trilogy, a three-part series neatly wrapping up a single event.

By and large it worked, all be it that I stumbled into five books and not three…

And therein was the rub. 

Book five just didn’t sit, it was a good premise (brilliantly told), but it was one that I just struggled and struggled to run with. 

The tales follow on from each other, but No.#5 just felt awkward.

‘Home’ began where ‘Prison’ ended only it didn’t.

‘Home’ was more a much fuller and compete ending that ‘Prison’ needed – and now that’s what it is.

The WIP that was ‘Home’ has now morphed into the end of ‘Prison’ – and the whole thing now reads so much better. 

The ‘albatross’ around my neck is now gone. 

I’m not struggling to turn 40,000 words into a full novel, nope, these extra words now provide a more fulfilling and complete ending to a saga, give us a clean break from which to write new adventures.

‘Prison’ is now retitled as ‘End,’ and a brand-new adventure tentatively titled ‘Friends’ is now in the offing – and it feels good.   

So, around my neck no longer hangs a sea bird of lore, my fingers instead now type freely a tale of espionage, intrigue, and the rescuing of an old friend.

Things are looking up!

Stay safe, remain sane and love the life you live!