I’m not quite sure where June went. That’s a lie, or course. I know precisely where it went – I have my days mapped out in detail on Google Calendar. It certainly hasn’t been spent blogging, not here at any rate. Apologies to the seven of you who drop in for updates.
So what has been going on?
I found myself in enviable position of being able to write full-time, for a little while at least. And not a moment too soon. My test readers had given me plenty to think about with regards to book two of The Erebus Sequence, and so I started the third draft. It was good to revisit the novel after a couple of months off (‘off’ meaning freelancing and writing short stories for Fox Spirit Books and Jurassic).
Now the third draft is done and it’s back to book one of The Erebus Sequence. It’s been interesting to go back, ironing out mistakes, bringing the continuity in line, and making changes suggested by the editor, Simon Spanton, at Gollancz.
So far I’ve pursued two disciplines with equal fervour. The first is to do the actual work. No brainer. The second is to make sure I leave the house on occasion, less I lose the plot entirely. And that is my life as a full time writer, as remarkable as it is unremarkable. For every book launch I attend there are a handful of days I’m wandering around my flat, talking to myself in my pajamas until noon. For every swish publishing lunch I happily scoff there are scores of days where I end up making bacon sarnies.
Apologies if I’ve demystified whatever romantic notions you had of writers, like I say, remarkable and unremarkable in equal measure. And a lot of work.
And if you do feel the urge to see me in the wild (not wearing PJs), you might like to attend the Nine Worlds Convention.
Until next time.