I knew this day would come. For months, I’ve been anticipating it with equal parts dread and jubilation. Well, no. That’s crap. I’ve dreaded it. The day I would begin writing Novel Two. My mind has reached forward these past couple of months, wondering which story drifted just beyond my grasp. What would I write next? I have a few ideas tucked away, but none of them feels right, not right now. With Novel One, I had a very clear picture in my head of two characters, two eras, a place and one footnote to history. That’s a lot to start with. It’s a whole plot, in fact. This time, however, no strong image came to me, no question begged to be answered and…