I got to leave the house today. Hooray!
I’ve been writing my socks off on Book 3 and making firm progress, so I went to London for lunch with my agent and his merciless red pen. He savaged the book, of course! Ripped it to tatters! But that’s what drafts are all about: working and reworking, finding flaws and unpicking them, tugging apart characters, plot and prose and then stitching everything back together to be more beautiful and powerful, and I can finally see the end as a speck on the horizon. It’s still a stretch away, but at least in sight.
The walk through London was grey and windy and more than a bit chilly, but I never tire of this wonderful view.