If I could put little music notes around that title, I'd do it.
So I started back in on Panic on Friday. By the end of the weekend, I was up to Chapter 6, knew the basics of Chapter 7 and 8, and had had a great, fun time writing this crazy dog in this book. He cracks me up - a perfect representation of the best in hard-boiled detectives, it's fun juxtaposing that against his status (which shall remain SEKRIT) and his boy Ren's (slightly) wimpy outlook on life. It's cute to see them coming together, and I haven't had a book come this easily since Possum Summer.
Which I'm *hoping* is a good thing.
Now, I've written some books. My agent is subbing one, she's got the next, two shall remain in my closet (along with the half-*ssed tries from earlier in my writing career), one STILL needs to be edited (*sigh* Forester's son, I just can't quit you) and now Panic.
And you know what? I think besides for Possum Summer (which I'm SICK of seeing, so I guess it's finally all edited up, ha ha) this is my absolute favourite book I've written yet. I a-d-o-r-e this dog. He's the perfect mix of all my old dogs (in a way, it's a homage to all the dogs that I've known, including the show dogs) and I adore this relationship between the boy and his dog. Or perhaps, it's the dog and his boy.
AND this book has a surfer dude, which I've always wanted to include.
All in all, this MS is made of win. I hope it continues to live up and surpass my expectations. And you? How's yours coming along?