I have plans to write a series of 5 books, the connection throughout being the family line of my characters. So far I have three in various stages of doneness – one is complete, one I’m futzing with the ending because it just isn’t quite there, and the third I began a few months ago, mostly by staring at my computer and rolling around on the couch, bemoaning my lack of go.
I should say a little bit about how I work – I think I said elsewhere that I need to fall in love with my characters, and that’s true. Really, it’s just a matter of getting to know them, but in the process of developing their personalities and dealing with their roles in the stories, I do fall in love. Once that happens, I can sit back and let them guide me through the story.
I work very freeform and unaided by outlines or whathaveyou. I hadn’t even considered developing this into a series until about ¾ of the way through the first book (which, incidentally, is the one with the troublesome ending that set it back to the position of second book in the series, instead of the first). I just dive in and start writing – I have a general sort of idea of where things are going, but nothing is mapped out. It’s been working out that about halfway through the book I’m writing, ideas for the following book will come up. At this point I have only a vague idea about the setting for my fourth book, and have no idea about what the last book will be like charaterwise, settingwise… nothing.
I write in a poetic manner, I suppose you could say. Or, as analect put it when describing the writing of Mark Richard, the author of Fishboy, I tend to wurble.