I had an encouraging chat with my agent today.  I'm not sure this is what she gained from our conversation, but I can say it's true for me.  It's time to stop putzing around and go to work.  I've got an outline of my sequel hammered out, and there's no reason to delay writing. 

Well, except for FEAR.   

It's been eighteen months since I started a story from scratch.  But as the wise patesden reminded me, I'm not the same writer I was back then.  I've got an arsenal of skills and tools I learned through the journey of writing my last novel, and I get to put them to use now.  I'm not promising the journey will be any easier this time, but it will be nice not to feel like I'm walking around naked and blindfolded.  

I have some exciting news, but can't share yet.  I will say that today was the first day everything started to feel real.  I am going to work with an amazing, talented and oh-so-wise editor.  I am going to create the best book I'm capeable of.  I am going to be published.  My book will hit shelves.  If I'm lucky, I'll connect with readers.   

/>I have arrived.  Time to get to work.