I've been working on the Fire of Norea series for...sigh...how long, now? Four years? In a way, it's sad to think it's been so long.
On the other hand, I'm working on (at least) a trilogy, and I love intricately woven plots, so I've spent quite a lot of time on the "world building" phase, mapping out plots and backstories for the entire series to maintain consistency. As a reader, one of my favorite "rewards" is when I come across one of those "aha" moments in the narrative that explains something seemingly minor that was mentioned eons ago in another book. It shows the author has actually planned the outcome instead of making it up as needed.
A few weeks ago, one of my clients asked me how the novel was coming along. I love this guy. He's erudite, well-read, well-spoken and the smartest dresser alive. By all accounts, it's as though he stepped out of the 1940's and hasn't bothered to interact with the changing (and inferior) world around him. He's humble, as well, often interrupting himself in our conversations to say something along the lines of "You don't have to listen to this, I know I bore you."
I tell him it isn't true, and it is isn't. I love our conversations, and I often feel I'm one of the very few people in his life who really listens to him. I hope that isn't the case, but we certainly get along well.
During this particular conversation, I told him I had taken a hiatus on the novel while I finished my degree, but hoped to get back to work very soon. He told me he had once tried to write a novel, but, when he sat down and looked at the blank page, he realized he had nothing to say.
I can't believe that, and I told him so. He has many things to say, interesting things he has shared with me on my occasions. So why not write them down...continued.