But before that fun stuff, comes edits, which is when the book you wrote becomes the book that finally gets to appear in public. It's a process of concentration and fine tuning, so pardon me if this post is short.
After some exchanges with my editor, the book has taken a sudden turn for the dark, which pleases something disturbingly black in my soul and meant that I spent Saturday afternoon organising a murder. We writers have interesting lives.
I have to go now, but will find a picture of something pretty to prove I'm not entirely gone to the dark side.
|This is apt, as the WIP has a garden, with roses.|