Work in progress

How much I enjoy the slog of the novel. Apart from the occasional OCD panic, it's wonderful to have something everyday on the stocks to go and tinker with. And, I've started to write short stories, too, to give myself the sense of 'having finished' - something not easily achieved with a novel.

Of course, part of this delight derives from not having a deadline - inspite of the efforts of family and friends to provide me with them. At the moment, I feel that a deadline would not serve my best work. But I am also aware that without deadlines - nature could expand to fill the vacuum and I could still be tinkering in five years time. So, I have set my own deadline. This draft will be off to an editor by Easter.

I can also feel the next novel bubbling up, hoping to be written.