Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. At 14.00 on this the 26th day of August in the year of our Lord 2020, I finished first draft of Dan III, hereinafter to be known as Dr Dan Moves On. Which means this is going to be a two-book year! Who’da thought. This evening I’ll mark the event by the anointing of ice with elderflower gin.
So now what? Beyond getting out of bed, I have no plans until Monday when I face the uncomfortable task of reading the damned thing. The first two weeks of September are earmarked for editing, rending of garments and gnashing of teeth. Then comes the business of formatting for print and Kindle, a job which, I’m happy to say, no longer intimidates me. Apparently an old dog can learn new tricks.
What else? Well, my bank manager would love it if I ended the recent drought and picked up a few journalism gigs, and I have a pencilled-in appointment to interview Ba and Bobs Bradshaw, last seen between the pages of The Dress Circle. Plenty to keep me busy, a state I’ve been grateful for during this strangest and toughest of years.
Coming next month: the new cover reveal. The excitement is unbearable. Almost.