The story in my trilogy had turned out to be strange, fascinating and shocking; born from an incident that happened to me a decade before. I knew then that writing fantasy was for me. My sister’s comment, saying my next books should have more guts to them; meaning gritty, set me on the road for my series of books. I’m a panster. All I have is a glimmer of an idea and find a title to keep people guessing as to why I’ve chosen it. The characters definitely choose me. It’s the only way to describe it and they tell the story. All their quirks are laid bare for the reader, and me, as I have no idea where each book is going from the off. It’s exciting. I cannot describe how much I love this new world I’ve stumbled into. Eighteen hour days are the norm for me and have been all my working life, but the diversity of jobs we have to master in the writing world, being an Indie author, is immense. Keeping all those plates spinning could get me a job in a circus, if I had the time. As each book is published, a bit more marketing encroaches on the time I’d like to be writing. The only way around it is to become more adept at all the other jobs attached to the craft, freeing precious time. When I’ve finished scheduling the promo for my books, I look at my clock and know that I have a good twelve hours to write. Deep into the small hours is my usual finishing time. From midnight, Twitter, where I promote my books and where I keep up with my readers, slows down. It’s the best time of day for me....