I’ve been mildly good with sticking to my self-imposed schedule. I’m revising one book and writing another, and it’s possible that sometime in the next decade, I can send one of them to my poor agent. Ha.
The revising is happening on a not-sequel to When the Sea is Rising Red with the somewhat lacklustre working title of The Melancholy Raven.
Here’s an excerptish thing.
I’m really glad I don’t write my novels long hand because I can barely read my own handwriting. Thank god someone somewhere invented type.