¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
08:36 GMT, Tuesday 12th August, 2008. Supping a coffee, aware of a giant pink erection in my peripheral vision. I flew back from Newcastle yesterday morning and went straight from the airport to work; walked in and found a giant (6ft) pink balloon standing upright on my chair. The guys, having a laugh. *smiles*
Officially started the review process last night with my editor. She blazed through 6 chapters in one sitting, out of 74. It felt so strange, sitting down to start reading the book with her. I was apprehensive. Would the characters work? Would the story flow? Would the winter atmosphere come across as I wanted? Would the snowboarding scenes work ok?
It turned into a great read. If the book can maintain this energy then I’m onto a winner. Already vast tranches of the story have slipped from my brain, so I’m reading stuff and genuinely being surprised and pleased.
I now have time on my hands. It’s odd. I want to open up the book in the early morning, or at lunch, and work on it… but there’s no work to be done. I have to wait for the editorial process.
So I’ve gone into my laptop and found several months worth of photos I’ve not had a chance to process: I’ve not updated my private photo journal or written up the life stories around each picture. Should keep me occupied for a week. I’ve also got to write a précis for Edge – ugh – hate doing this; how do you describe a novel in a few lines…. Grrr.
I’m also continuing the review and play-testing of Shadows of the Quantinex: a session booked in for Wednesday night.
But, I have a sneaky feeling I’m going to start getting bored and restless soon, so I might start writing the next novel, Dog Eat Dog, before I finish everything with Edge. We’ll see how my brain copes with holding two worlds in tandem.
Okay, enough rambling.