My rule has always been, write the next part of the book that you seem to know well. So I won't necessarily write chapter two after chapter one.
Justin CroninSara waited a respectful time, knowing there was nothing she could do to ease the woman's pain. Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours.
Justin Cronin