So, anyhow, I logged in and found that the month of August was doing extremely well with six sales. Considering how the previous months had gone, I felt confident enough to make a deal with myself. Or the universe. I'm not sure which.
If I get seven sales before month end, I'll start writing the next book in the series.
The universe called my bluff. I sold ten.
I'm not feeling book #2. I'm not satisfied with what I've managed to come up with so far. The whole thing feels off.
But I had made a deal.
So yesterday I sat down and wrote the opening. It's terrible and likely won't survive revision. The only thing it really has going for it so far is that it's a start. I've got words on a page.