I've been struggling with the second book of the "New Blood" series since we came back from New Zealand. No matter what I did to it I wasn't satisfied. The story is good and my writing felt fluent, but the sense of reader engagement wasn't there.
In the early hours of this morning, I realized why.
I'd used the same structure to tell the story, emphasizing the inevitable similarities growing out of being set in the same world as the previous book.
I've been working on it since, the words flowing effortlessy from the keyboard, my mind racing ahead in the buzz of creation.
Why does it take so long to recognize our mistakes?