I started work on the new book a couple of days ago. Going well so far. I'm about 7,000 words in and I've got the plot (loosely) worked out. As I've probably said more than once, I like to have an idea of where I'm going otherwise I tend to get lost and lose my momentum. Saying that, the story has already veered a little from my outline but that's fine with me.

Something occured to me yesterday. I don't know whether to refer to this book, title-less at the moment, has Book 12 or not. It is the twelfth book I've written, but the first two are definitely trunked. Ditto to four and six. Three and five may resurface in the future although they'll be so different to the original stories that I could probably call them new books. The couple I wrote before The Red Girl will hopefully materalise at some point. All this is a long way of saying part of me wonders if I should call the new book number four and put the older books to bed. I'm fond of them but they're not publishable by any means. So what to do...

Right.

Decision made.

The new book will be refered to from this point on as...

Book 4.

And it's goodnight to my older books.