Fellow readers often tell me that now that I am focusing on writing novels, the next one should be a sequel to Doppelganger. The idea is that readers who enjoyed the first book will want to read the second one. This makes enormous sense. I wish I could cooperate. The problem is I am terrible at this sort of thing because my ideas seem to emerge from someplace over which I have no control. They are scattered like my laundry used to be when I was a bachelor, which is to say all over and without reason, if clothes can be unreasonable. I also began writing White Out before I completed Doppelganger so it’s just closer to being ready for prime time. Thus, whether we like it or not, the next novel out of the chute won’t be Doppelganger II (not yet), but White Out.