Over a year it’s taken. Ages and ages and ages.
It became known as The Book That Wouldn’t Write Itself. And then, at the very last minute, it did – taking me rather by surprise. Scene after scene suddenly took shape. A bit with broken wood and snow, and a scattered records and a broken heart made me cry a little. My editor liked my ideas for how to finish it. Woooooo! And then …. this:
Oh yeah. Crazy *this book finally wrote itself dance*
I sent it off to the (very patient) publisher. The publisher loved it. Woooooooooooo!
So – what next? What happens after THE END?
Well, obviously the next book. I’m slowly plotting it. And I’ve got some overflow characters who may well have to go in the one after. And I got a job! Woooooooo! As of next term, I’ll be a Visiting Lecturer at City University, doing a Children’s Fiction Workshop course for people who are trying out writing for children and want to learn more about it. I have a security pass and everything! Extremely woooo.
But writers don’t just write. When the book is finally done, and it also happens to be the school holidays, they do other things. Such as …
Enough celebrating, I think. The holidays are nearly over and soon it will be time to get back to the new book, and those fiction workshops. What do you do after THE END?