Sunday 7th March – It’s Late!
Sunday 7th March – It’s Late!

Sunday 7th March – It’s Late!

Had a lovely day tidying up some of the flower beds and planting some plants bought on impulse from our local garden centre. Completely forgot I was supposed to write the blog!

Anyway, have had a long chat with the publisher and book two will hopefully be available in September. I know it’s a long way off but apparently there is still a lot to do, and even that deadline will be tight. An editor will be going through it with a fine tooth comb, shortly. You always think it’s perfect and there are no mistakes and I have already had a couple of friends read it through, (friends who are highly competent in the editing area), so hopefully it won’t be as bad as last time. Last time, I spent a week rewriting it, based on her comments. We’d hired a cottage so there were no distractions but it was pretty intensive. That feels like a long time ago. Lock down has meant publicity has been word of mouth. Total sales to date, 160, but nothing in February at all. Good job we’re not reliant on them for the mortgage, though come to think of it, perhaps the publisher is!

Despite feeling we’re doing no more than crawling forward I am continuing to work on book 3, Missing You or Seeing You. Am nearly at the point where I will discover who has committed the heinous crime. There are three possibilities and so many options. I did try to plan the book, but it’s just not how I write, so I shall simply have to rely on my devious mind and ever busy subconscious, to bring the plot to fruition. Trying not to feel to down about it, for as I have said before, approximately a million times, writing is a bit of a roller coaster, but I haven’t had a good high for weeks. A few sales would do it. I don’t need much!

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