This month is ticking by like all the months have this year, very rapidly and with little to show.
That, I’m guessing, has something to do with the fact I’m not satisfied with what I’ve written, probably the bane of every writer’s existence, but a line has to be drawn.
Of course, I’ve been saying that for years.
Perhaps the other problem, if it could be called that, of writer’s is their inability to admit their work is good enough and doesn’t require any more tinkering.
Right now I’m on the clock to finish off the final draft of “The Things We Do For Love”. I have been saying, for almost a year now, that it is about to be published. And yet, here I am, stuck at page 64, trying to get past a small bump in the road.
It is small. Whether or not I need to provide background for one of the characters. It comes out slowly over the course of the first two parts of the story which up until now I thought was fine.
The jury will not be out for much longer on that one.
The other book had had the final draft submitted to my editor who has it in hand. That had several complete re-writes over the last two years and just needs to make sure the continuity is correct. Sometimes, something is missed and when you get to a point you start scratching your head.
Hopefully, It won’t require surgery.
Then,. there’s another, a more light-hearted book of basically short stories inspired by photographs I have taken over the years. It’s also currently at the editors, looking for a clean bill of health.
This month also saw the completion of Harry Walthenson, the private detective’s, first case, and that is going through the third draft, before also being sent to the editor for comments and suggestions.
I already have part of the plot worked out for his second case.
All in all, it’s busy, busy, busy.
Next cab off the rank, the second Zoe novel entitled, “First Dig Two Graves”, which is about two-thirds completed.
So much for taking a few days off.