On the rather unlikely off-chance that anyone's been wondering where I've got to, I just thought I'd pop by to say I'm in London. Not wallowing in rewrite despair and not contempleting running away and hiding (much). No, no. I'm marking EFL exam papers.
When I accepted the contract I thought I'd have Book 2 done and on the editor's desk. Hmm. Still, a change is as good as a rest, and am hoping that spending a week immersed in something totally different has given my writing muscles time to refresh. And after endless discussions about the acceptability of various spellings of the word 'Tuesday' and what exactly constitutes effective communication, I'm quite keen to get back to Phoebe and Alex.