Things are tough out there, and while my problems pale into insignificance compared to problems of many, they have had an impact.
The pandemic has slowed book production to a crawl. As those of you who are parents will know, caring for a young one leaves precious little time for anything else. Having to look after a toddler around the clock has left me drowning in work while deadlines whizz past like speeding locomotives. Months and months of perfectly good writing time have been COMPLETELY WASTED nurturing a two-year-old child. A child who has yet to thank me for my tireless work, let alone compensate me in any financial way.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. As of Monday, little Mina is off to splash about in the petri dish of nursery school (or kindergarten as you Yanks call it). Finally, I can get back to a proper writing schedule and really kick out some words. At last. AT LAST!
I’m two-thirds of the way through Fletcher & Fletcher 2 and on track to release it at the end of November. Meanwhile, Matt is making decent progress with the next Dark Lakes book, which I’m very excited to start reading. Oh, and there’s a second Other London book in the works too, which I know some of you are looking forward to.
It won’t be business as usual for a while yet, but we are getting there. Have a little patience. The magic is coming…