A few more days and I’ll have finished the substantive editing on my second novel, Storm Season. I’ve done the part where I glare at the text and fight with my weaknesses. So now it’s the kind of labour that’s a joy: polishing characterisation, further developing the Australian bush surrounding the women, fighting with my strange need to use the word “thud” repeatedly.
It’s a good word. Thud. But damn.
The early mornings are taking a toll. I’ve had to cancel on plans with my dearest friends. If I could I’d give up all non-author work and find a way the kids would stop with the “muuum” all the time. I’m proud of this book and keen for it to be as good as I can possibly make it. Mostly because I want to live up to its cover, of course. But also because these women are a joy to me and I want to share them.