You'll have to forgive the fact that today's post is a. brief and b. dull.
Frankly, I can barely string together a sentence.
This year I have two books coming out and if I ever say I'm going to do this again please just shoot me.
Don't give me the requisite warning.
Don't aim to disarm.
Just do me a favour and go straight for the jugular.
In the past fourteen months I have written book four. In the period where my ed was reading the draft, I didn't take a breath. Oh no, I cracked on with book five. Then I put that down to edit book four. Edits done, I had to crack on with book five again.
And on, and on, and on.
Then some bright spark in marketing decided book five had to be pushed forward, so the whole timescale was reduced. Could I sub book five just a month or two earlier than planned.
My answer was Are You Fucking MAD? Or it would have been, if I wasn't the sort who hates confrontation and never says what they mean, so in fact I mumbled something mealy mouthed about giving it my best shot.
And that was the kiss of death because I'm also someone who doesn't like letting people down. Someone who sticks to what they've said. And I'd said I'd do my best. Sigh.
So for the past couple of months I have been writing like a whirlwind. Words, words, words.
My poor family have had a lot to put up with. Tea has involved a lot of toast, post has gone unread and I have locked us out of the house not once, but twice.
Yesterday, however, I did it.
I subbed book five.
Yay, yay, yay.
And now I wait for my ed's response, which can often be a tricky time...but it's not. I don't care, I'm too knackered.
She's reading it this week then going on holiday so I reckon I have two weeks off ebfore the edit.
I have plans to
1. Get mightily pissed
2. go on holiday
3. Read a lot of books
4. Not type one damn word.