After visiting my neighbor's new baby, I was thinking about my WIP (book 2) and how excited I am to get back to it - and then I realized I don't remember feeling this crazy love for my first.
Now, don't get me wrong, I grew to adore Book One but Book Two... it gives me tingles. Not in the writing of it yet - I'm not all that far and I've heard writing the second one is almost harder than the first. But, the idea and the research part has me all giddy.
It made me reflect on my babies and how I learned to mother with my first, making it part grueling, part perfect - kinda like Book Baby One. It was my first. I had a lot of learning to do.
But, with BB2, I know what I'm doing. I know about plot points and what they feel like and how to strengthen my characters etc... It's easier - almost blissful. Dang, I can't wait for you to meet my babies. They are completely adorable :-)
Anyone else feel this way?