Stop all the clocks, close the curtains, and mourn the ending of an era.
No, nobody has died, although that’s a subject that you know I have posted about before, and indeed has been a common theme in some of my writing. Those of you who have kindly downloaded and read “Off the Bench” will know that the afterlife is something which I write about, although often not in a maudlin way (I hope!).
Nevertheless, I am experiencing a strange sense of sadness, and at something which I thought would bring me immense joy…. I’m approaching the end of my first novel.
Relative Strangers, my urban vampire story masquerading as the story of a twenty something singleton has been with me for eighteen months. Our relationship has sometimes been rocky, and we’ve been on the occasional break, but I’ve never been able to shake it free. Despite spending time working on other projects, it’s always been “The One”.
We’re now approaching the end of our journey. Our first substantive edit was painful, then there were a few copy edits, which were even tougher, then the wonderful threesome with the BETA reader.
Our relationship is reaching its natural climax – we need to fish or cut bait, commit or draw a line under it. In a matter of weeks, the manuscript will be complete and I need to decide what to do with it. It’s a scary prospect.
Hopefully I won’t be single for long; my promiscuity knows no bounds as I will soon move onto its sibling…. the next in the series. Of course, this doesn’t help in deciding what happens with the first book in the Relative Strangers series (seek representation, wait and self publish several books together?) but drafting the next book will be a welcome distraction.