It really wasn't so hard to write those terrifying words: CHAPTER ONE.
After nearly two weeks of post-partum depression following the completion of THE BLOOD OF KINGS and frantic editing of Volume II of The Glastonbury Chronicles: THE SWORD OF THE KING for release in about two weeks from now, I needed to start a new project, or rather to resurrect an old one.
SON OF AIR AND DARKNESS was itself Volume I of another series, Tales of the Dearg-Sidhe, and Dubhghall has been awaiting his turn to have his second tale told. I had originally begin to write it several books ago, but The Lads as I call them, the heroes of The Glastonbury Chronicles had taken my Muse hostage and demanded their stories be told first. Dubhghall retaliated, by showing up here and there in the background until by the last linear novel* in that series he had become a major character. He has since wooed both me and the Muse back into his semi-historical world and I found the original first chapter of his second volume THE GREAT QUEEN'S HOUND languishing in an all but forgotten folder on my computer, but it wasn't really a chapter, considering what I knew he would experience in his far future. It was a Prologue. And Prologues lead to writing, in their own right, things called CHAPTER ONE.
It is done. I'm hooked. Dubhghall has his teeth in my neck and is draining every word from my mind as he rides me off into his next adventure, a long way through time and space from where he mounted the white mare at the end of his last adventure, but then, as he explains it, he does not always tell his stories in the order in which they happened, merely in the order in which he remembers them.
What a ride!
*last linear novel: There will be more Glastonbury Chronicles...journals, stories of others related to the original characters, but not following the time line in a linear manner as the first 5 books do