I thought I knew where I wanted the third story in the series to go. I had it mapped out in my mind and I thought that I knew the story I wanted to write.
Still, it wasn't coalescing into anything at all. I never felt like I had anything. Writing it wasn't exciting, and if writing a story isn't exciting then reading it won't be, either. I scrapped the story and started again several times.
It came to me in a flash. I finally knew what the third book in this series needed to be, so I threw out everything I had and started completely over. New characters, new setting, a whole. New. Idea.
When I sat down to begin THIS story, I could feel it. I have a story to tell.
And I'm excited about it.