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.