Writing the Novel: An Extended Nautical Metaphor

Te Moananui-a-Kiwa, the Pacific Ocean

It may only be the third week in January, but already I’m feeling well into the swing of the year. This includes beavering away on Daughter of Blood, The Wall of Night Book Three and I can safely say that I am very deep into the story now—and not unlike Colombus crossing the Atlantic, although I have not yet made landfall (i.e. the end!), or even sighted land, I have begun to see the signs that land is indeed there, lying just beyond the line of the horizo...