I'm at it again...

Yep, time for another blog.

I've been (almost) incommunicado recently, as I've reached the end of writing my second novel.

Writing, for me, is a little like climbing up a hill; I have to stop now and then to catch my breath and check out the view. Then, when I get to the top and the book is nearly complete, I seem to find a metaphorical skateboard which takes me to the end of the book in a wildly unstoppable freewheeling scare fest of epic speed...

Ok, skateboard comparison over.

What I'm trying to say is that I've cancelled catch ups, rejected reading and side-lined sleep for a few weeks as I've checked over, edited, re-checked and scrutinised.

But now it's done and, if I'm honest, I'm feeling the post-finish deflation. This will only last a short while though, as I'll soon be sending said novel to my most marvellous publisher and then feeling the anticipation and excitement of its release.

I've loved writing book 2, just as I did Family of Strangers. This one has taken me to old motorcycles and cars, the Blitz, recipe books and the movies and possibly to murder and subterfuge. I'm still struggling with a title, so watch this space for that.

Of course, I'll be starting book 3 any day; I just need to decide which of the stories that are fighting for supremacy in my head will be 'the one'.

I had hoped for book 2 to be complete in the Spring but better late than never as they say, whoever they are! I shall set my sights on a speedier write next time!

Right, time to referee the book battle in my grey matter...