because the second book is now HOWLING at me. I keep saying 'just a few days until the end of term and then I'm all yours.' But, my nights and, sometimes, my days are plagued by thoughts and dreams of WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Meeting with the babes this week to discuss their availability to critique the first few chapters of the second book and perhaps to discuss the title (which is making us all frown.)
Husband looks at me and says: it won't be so intense this time? I say: as intense but not such a short space. I've got a year!
He looks away and sighs. Oh what it is to be a writer's widower....
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