The second book is in the works within my mind. For some reason, stories like to bounce around in my brain for a while, take up residence perhaps. It is a rich soil for a story that needs room to grow. It will be safe in the confines of my mind, but it will inevitably grow tired and irritated having to share the space with a thousand and one other things. Eventually, it will leak out, followed by a gush, to the eventuality that is a document on a hard drive.
That's where it is. That's where it has to stay. For now.
My fingers are itching to type... to start... to write their story.
