Yesterday, I finally finished the first draft of my third novel. This one seems more special to me than the other two, because those I wanted to write. This one just wouldn't leave me alone. It's a really, really strange science fiction book with the working title, The Coming Second, and I'm proud of it, and I'm scared for it, and I really hope I can find it a home outside my drawer and my head, but that's not the easiest thing to do...
Still I love it. It exists now, at least in an unpolished form. I'm not sure now whether I'll jump write in to polishing or work on the sequel to Goblin Fruit that some of you have sugested. If I do the sequel, I'm thinking about basing it around another Rossetti poem, The Prince's Progress. Thoughts?