I finished the first draft of my upcoming novel, The Wendy House – a not-quite-prequel/not-quite-sequel to Waiting For Spring – early this afternoon.
The writing of it caused many tears, sleepless nights, joy, headdesk moments, and spawned a coffee mug. 
The plot itself didn't change very much during the last two-and-a-half years, but pretty much everything else – point of view, characterization, narrative style, supporting characters – did. Goodness only knows how the rewriting process will g...
Published on September 21, 2010 10:59