Can someone please explain how I seem to be writing a Christmas novella that is a prequel to a series that I haven't written yet?
Writers are weird.
A. I am not supposed to be writing anything at all. I'm supposed to be doing preparation for my PhD Viva which is approaching far faster than it ought to be.
B. If I was 'writing' I have a completed half edited book and two half written manuscripts that come first in the queue.
C. How can this be a prequel to an unwritten series? I know. I can hear you saying it. If the series isn't written, then why isn't it just the first, not a prequel? I don't KNOW. It just is.
It's driving me nuts, but in a fun way. I told you - weird.
You see I had this idea, and as it wasn't going away, I decided to write a bit until it stopped. So far it hasn't, but I am going to have to pull the plug on it imminently. Hah!
I blame reading too many Christmas books. I ordered a raft of them from the library, ready for festive reading, and they all arrived much earlier than I expected.
A writer's mind is a very strange place.