Done and Dusted
A clear desk is a rare, rare thing in this house but today that’s what I have. Dr Dan 4 is off to the copy editor tomorrow, leaving me free to dust the Venetian blinds and watch cute dog videos. As usual, having finished a book I feel a mixture of relief and loss. Relief because I made it to the end. I read recently that Edith Wharton was at work on a novel when she died. Some sixty years after her death another writer ‘finished’ it for her, using her outline notes. Noooooh. It shouldn’t be allowed.
I feel loss after finishing any book because I’ve lived with its characters for a year. With Dr Dan that feeling is intensified because it’s been much more than a year. Recently I have even had Dr Dan dreams. I really need to get out more.
Will there be a Book 5? Possibly, but I’m in no hurry. Someone suggested I write another historical novel. I could. I have an idea for one and I suppose I shouldn’t be deterred by the fact that my historical novels were all disastrous commercial flops which helped land me in Self-Publishing Land. I mean, what the heck.
But first up, I’ll be moving and not just house, but country too. It will be, I hope, my last move. Or as my son wisely pointed out, my last bar one.
In other exciting news this week: I have almost perfected the art of the two finger whistle. Almost. It’s a minor bucket list item, but no less important for that. Now bring on the dog videos.
Really surprised the historical novels didn’t sell well. We’ve got all of your books and think they’re brilliant. Can’t really understand why no-one (as far as I know) has made a film or tv series out of one of them.