I really am embarrassed that it is May 2016 and I don’t have the third book finished yet, so I feel an explanation is necessary.
If you’ve ever been in the position of having first a baby and then a toddler in the house, you can understand how that eats away into your time. The first big delay, in 2015, was simple enough to explain: I agreed to become the primary care-giver for my son for a year. Family and a part-time nanny helped, but even so I found myself putting 60 hours a week into Daddy Day Care Service. I don’t regret it, but like almost all new parents, the demands on my time were grossly underestimated by all concerned.
When that first year ended, my first priority had to be putting my career as a freelance writer back on track, since that is my bread and butter income. Only then could I return to writing the new novel.
At that point the issue became how I’m committed to maintaining the same standards I set for the first two novels, and that means having decent blocks of quality time to do the writing. My freelance work (whiskey, travel, wine, etc.) can be done here and there, but I learned a long time ago that my best work in terms of fiction happens when I can establish and sustain some momentum. I could slap my ideas together in dribs and drabs, but it wouldn’t be something I’d be proud of.
Even now, even a minor hiccup in the house tends to upset my whole apple cart. I did some good work for a few weeks in January and February, but then had to stop because we we had to move. That became such an utter fiasco that the entire month of March was lost, and then family demands wrecked April for me.
That said, I’m in another of those windows where good work is possible now, and I’m into the third part of the book.