What the Hell?

As if I didn't spend the last year working on my first book.... Don't know when it happened but it did... while I was on the last entry into my "Urban Writings: Volume One," Something came over me, what I had thought to be the most compelling part of my book, the very end, turned out to be the beginning to a whole new chapter of a series of books that I now want to write. The one thing that i cant stand about my creativity, the switcheroo. Trust that my current material will be used somehow, but damn, NOW? Already into chapter 2 of the first book of the series, looks like this one is going to be the long haul. I only prey that for something this drastic that would cause me to come to a complete halt, turns out the way that imagine it to. Damn Damn Damn.