When the end is only the beginning

Yesterday, I wrote “THE END” on, er, the end of my ninth full-length novel. This, however, is only the beginning. The first draft of a novel is no more ready for its readership than a house that has had its roof newly fixed and in which the plaster has only just set is ready for habitation.

The future holds many rounds of structural editing, line editing and proofreading. But as all writers know, you can’t edit a blank page, and at this stage, that’s the most important thing. I’m going to go and sort out a cover and set in motion all of the other aspects of getting this novel ready for publication, not least working out the actual date it will be ready to release. But for those of you who would like to know, I’m happy to confirm that The Repulse Chronicles, Book Four: The Endgame exists somewhere other than just inside my head. Stay safe, peeps.