I’ve Got A Name

I know I’m supposed to be finishing Book III in The Sanctum Trilogy, putting an end to Dev and Wyatt’s saga, and I am���kind of.

At least I know their end.

Putting it all down on paper is taking a little longer than expected and I’ve taken advantage of every procrastination tool I’ve acquired over my forty three years of walking this planet. And one of those tools is thinking ahead to my next project.

Which began as just a story and has now morphed into a trilogy.

Yea! because this bitch loves a good trilogy. I would hate to write just one book devoted to my cast of characters. Perhaps that’s thinking a bit too highly of the folks I create, but so be it. Someone’s gotta love them.

So this new story comes to me in starts and fits and when it does, I just have to go with it. Yesterday, as I was driving from my old neighborhood back to my new one, singing along to Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” – …

…which I love. It’s so good, no? But I seem to love everything he sings – cruising down the highway at speeds one should definitely not cruise, letting The Husband’s driving machine breathe a little at 90 miles per hour, it hit me: I have a name for my male main character.

He’s a nasty piece of work, angry, brutal, and unloved. Disabled from birth, forgotten among his brothers, an embarrassment to his father. Loved only by his mother who died when he was young, he’s the holder of a great secret and tremendous power, how he will use them remains to be seen.

And his name is

DUTCH.