Two weeks ago I announced the title of my book: Beware the Falling Avocados.
Really, honestly, I’d love to give you a publication date, but whenever I set myself a target I seem to fall behind. Or, rather, I find more and more errors in my writing and I only want to publish when I know it is as good as I can make it. That is the joy of self-publishing: I am in control of it all. Obviously, that is also its drawback.
Nevertheless, I have set myself some deadlines and I made the first… kind of… so I’m feeling confident about the rest… kind of… but this will involve a lot of editing over Christmas and New Year! Two years ago I had the time to do it because my children were really emphatically sick. The usual obligation to entertain them and play games and rush around being social with everyone we knew was
put on the back burner abandoned. I had time (in between my new role as nurse) to focus on my work. And the house was quiet – can you believe that? Over Christmas?!
Now I know it is wrong to hope they’re ill again this Christmas. Really, I do know that. Whatever the frustrated author inside me is saying.
This year my deadlines expect chaos and hope that nothing holds me back. Mostly it is editing, but there is still some writing: the final chapter is yet to be drafted, although I have a fair idea of how it will go. With luck, I’ll be back in January with a more positive spin on the book’s progress. In the meantime, it is head down and get it finished.