My first novel ever was so deeply autobiographical, it was practically a roman à clef. Because it was so personal, and the story was so important to me, progress was torturously slow, editing incredibly difficult and painful. And however hard I worked, it read like a bad machine translation of some (deservedly) obscure 19th century Russian.

As I’ve moved forward, I’ve also moved ‘outward.’ Maybe part of it is the realization that I will be writing more books and don’t have to say everything in just one.

That doesn’t mean what I write in book three, or six, is less important to me, that it’s less well researched, or not as deeply felt. What it does mean is that I can take the time and space to really develop one or two things in a book, instead of trying to cram it all in. I look back now at one of my earlier manuscripts and say–”Whoa! that’s at least two different books jostling for space in 400 pages!

What I’ve set out to do is create a sort of series, with different sets of characters working through a single premise: that ‘paranormal’ abilities, like most other human attributes, are part of a continuum. Some people are farther out toward the ends than others, but the paranormal touches most of us at some point in our lives. Each novel in the set — I’m thinking three, right now–will have different characters who deal with one of the more familiar manifestations of extra ability: telekinesis, psychometrics, reincarnation–there are two of those, one dealing with ties of love, and one with ties of hatred. There may be others waiting in the wings. We’ll have to See. (Big grin.)