This evening -- if you can consider midnight 'evening' -- I began working on my next book. I have this strange idea that it might become a nice series. I've tentatively titled it The Settlers; it's about the first wave of humans who leave Earth behind and move into a series of space stations in orbit. The baby step before we leap into the stars, essentially.
But it's hard to be sure after just a couple of thousand words. So don't hold me to that series thing. This might end up as just a pretty okay short story instead.