Nothing could be more frustrating than trying to recapture the fire that started and died a long time ago. In my case, the sequel to the first novel was completed shortly after the first book. In those times, I was a hungry wolf pursuing a calling that only by doing 'it' could appease; I was full of adrenalin, writing every day for 5 hours, fearing the momentum might dwindle if I stopped for a day. The result is an astonishing 32 chapter novel. That's 12 more chapters than the first.
While I'm happy with the pace of the output (I finished the 2nd book in 11 months), I wasn't so happy with the quality. The book had a lot of inconsistencies, purple proses, and horrid conversations. I cannot decide what magical powers to give to the characters and the villains sounded like a rehashed play from the first book. Clearly, I was getting the 'real' hang of being a writer.
While I'm happy with the pace of the output (I finished the 2nd book in 11 months), I wasn't so happy with the quality. The book had a lot of inconsistencies, purple proses, and horrid conversations. I cannot decide what magical powers to give to the characters and the villains sounded like a rehashed play from the first book. Clearly, I was getting the 'real' hang of being a writer.



