Isn’t the weather nice? Aren’t flowers pretty? Doesn’t the Thames look particularly handsome this morning? Yup, it’s post novel high time in my house. You could come round and set the sofa on fire, and I’d tell you the flames look lovely (though please don’t and it’s fire resistant anyway, I think).
Monday evening I finished my draft of the fourth Harriet and Crowther novel and sent it off to my agent and editor with a short note and a deep sigh of relief. I’ve been working damn hard the last couple of months, but now the world seems full of possibilities. I can see if any of my friends remember who I am, maybe leave the flat, go to a gallery even. But the greatest delight of finishing one novel is you can start thinking about the next thing you want to write. I spent most of yesterday reading up for possible new proposals. It made Ned laugh, but I felt that I had been given my freedom back, so what do I want to do with that freedom? Make up new stories, of course. Maybe I’m in the right job after all.
Now in a few weeks I’ll get my editor’s comments, so be putting all of that down again to return to Book 4. But I’m looking forward to that too. I’ll see the novel with fresh eyes and I’ll be able to set about making it better with Flora’s notes and comments by my side. In the meantime I can frolic in the sunshine. Or the library, but either way, it’s going to be fun.
When I hit send, I turned round and found these things waiting for me. Picture quality is terrible because I was over excited, but you get the idea. What can I say? The man knows me.