As the above suggests, edit notes have arrived for my next book (title coming soon, I promise), due out in May 2013.
With the help of my clever editors, I should be able to knuckle down and fix all those fizzling bits in the first draft and – fingers crossed – mould this book into a truly compelling read.
Why? Because it never ceases to amaze me how often edits coincide so perfectly with the urge… no, need to start the next book.
Yes, yes, I know, but you have been deceived. Deceived I tell you! All that pottering in post-book blissdom these past few weeks has been surface only. Inside I’ve been hard at work, cogitating. Truly I have! Plots have been brewing. Characters imagined. Horrible, mean fates thought of. I even have an opening and, miracle of miracles, a fabulous title. So, as is typical, just when I think I’m ready to start pounding that keyboard again, edits come a-sailing in and I have to drop it all and bury myself in those, hence the hmmph.
Ahh, well. No one ever said this writing life was easy.