I have finished editing The Interloper this week, and was surprised to find it wasn't as bad as I expected. Some areas, I suppose, were arguably worse than I expected, but the overall product wasn't too bad. I managed to write most of it in a term too. I now have four completely new works sitting on my computer from the last fourteen months - and they will likely chill there a while, because the publishing business takes a long time. But they're there just in case. Because after all, who knows what I will try to get published after The Fledgling Account is finished?
In the meantime, it's just about the end of term. That in itself is rather exciting. I'm looking forward to the break. We're also heading over to Australia, which will be - I am quite certain - amazing. Australia has always been connected in my mind with some idyllic passage of childhood. I absolutely adored it over there. It does help that the temperature is whole lot more livable there as well. I'm not a fan of living this close to Antarctica.
It could be worse, I suppose. Stewart Island must be pretty freezing.
I'm tossing up in my mind what to work on next - whether I should edit an old project or write something completely new again. Writing something completely new that isn't part of a series is actually quite enjoyable. A series is incredibly hard work. I look back and can't remember how I had the patience to write seven books in the same series. But then, I only feel that way because I entirely depleted my patience doing it.
Anyway, in the next week I shall decide what to do.
My other exciting bit of news on the book front is that I've nearly finished reading Dombey and Son. It's a nine hundred page tome, and I'm at about page 790. It's getting very interesting now, which is good - because in all honesty, it did take about one hundred and fifty pages to become interesting at the start. It's all about a rich business man who has his heart set on gaining a son to take over his wealth when he is gone. His only son dies young, and he treats his daughter like the scum of the earth. In fact, it takes nine hundred pages, I believe, for him to learn to love his daughter for who she is.
Some say Dickens is melodramatic. But I think he actually has a pretty good understanding of human nature. It can take us the equivalent of nine hundred pages to see past the ends of our own noses as well.
Until next time!
In the meantime, it's just about the end of term. That in itself is rather exciting. I'm looking forward to the break. We're also heading over to Australia, which will be - I am quite certain - amazing. Australia has always been connected in my mind with some idyllic passage of childhood. I absolutely adored it over there. It does help that the temperature is whole lot more livable there as well. I'm not a fan of living this close to Antarctica.
It could be worse, I suppose. Stewart Island must be pretty freezing.
I'm tossing up in my mind what to work on next - whether I should edit an old project or write something completely new again. Writing something completely new that isn't part of a series is actually quite enjoyable. A series is incredibly hard work. I look back and can't remember how I had the patience to write seven books in the same series. But then, I only feel that way because I entirely depleted my patience doing it.
Anyway, in the next week I shall decide what to do.
My other exciting bit of news on the book front is that I've nearly finished reading Dombey and Son. It's a nine hundred page tome, and I'm at about page 790. It's getting very interesting now, which is good - because in all honesty, it did take about one hundred and fifty pages to become interesting at the start. It's all about a rich business man who has his heart set on gaining a son to take over his wealth when he is gone. His only son dies young, and he treats his daughter like the scum of the earth. In fact, it takes nine hundred pages, I believe, for him to learn to love his daughter for who she is.
Some say Dickens is melodramatic. But I think he actually has a pretty good understanding of human nature. It can take us the equivalent of nine hundred pages to see past the ends of our own noses as well.
Until next time!
