Going back into a book you had to leave unfinished — it’s like jumping into a black-water pool. You can’t see what’s down there, you have no idea whether the water is deep or shallow, and there might be rocks under the surface but you sure can’t tell from where you’re standing. So you take a deep breath, hold your nose, close your eyes, and just jump. And hope to hell the fall doesn’t kill you.
I have the first few words of the new chapter in Midnight Rain written, and that jump is, I have to tell you, scary. But I’m back in the water now, anyway, and paddling like hell to keep from drowning.