I was expecting to finish the first draft of Cold Comfort (Decker’s War – Book 2) sometime this coming Sunday or Monday, but it’s been an exceptionally productive week for some reason, even though my sleep patterns have sucked to a point where I’m waking up in the middle of the night to hear the old dog snore, rather than the other way around, as it’s been since Spring. I’m pleased to say that I managed to finish the draft a few days early. Now I can go play (if that’s what it can be called) a round of golf tomorrow without guilt. In fact, it’ll be a celebratory round! I have to set the draft aside for two or three weeks so I can come at it fresh for the second round before it gets reviewed by my editor, then my proof-reader. Late October is still realistic, but my editor and proof-reader have other things on their plate so it could slip into November.
This, of course, means that I can turn back to the first draft of the third Siobhan Dunmoore adventure. Since I’ve finally nailed down the story I want to tell, I’m kind of excited to get at it.
I can never predict on any given day how much I’ll be able to write and it doesn’t seem to correlate all that closely with whether I slept well or not, whether I’m stressed out by the demented bureaucracy, or even whether I have firm story vignettes for the next chapters floating in my mind. I’ll just take it when it happens and make the most out of fingers that want to dance on the keyboard.
Have a great weekend folks, and for those who get next Monday as a Labour Day holiday, remember that we’ll be celebrating the joys of honest work by not working, a fine contradiction if there ever was one.