Writingfor me, as always, is a slow process. I can plan and
plan, but not until I start to create does the story actually take shape. In
other words: I think I know what is going to happen next, but I don’t. Only my
characters do (and even they aren’t always sure).
Here are the first two sentences of the story:
It was late in the evening on the
day after Christmas, and Evelyn Hernandez should have been at home, warm, and
in bed. Instead, she was sitting on the cold, cushion-less seat of a folding
metal chair in an overly bright room located somewhere inside the County
Sheriff’s Station.
Book three picks up pretty close to where book two left off.
As Evelyn continues to deal with the violent repercussions of the final events
in The Dream Diaries, something
happens to her over the Christmas holidays that will further complicate her
return to school for the second semester of her junior year.
Okay, that’s all you get … because this story ain’t gonna
write itself!
All my best,
-Philip Hoy
