OK, so the Facebook and Twitter tabs are removed from the bookmark bar, the walls are covered in notes, characters, scenes and pep talks and the kettle is on. I started writing book six today. Or book seven, if you count that big unpublished one in the drawer that I wrote between books two and three.
I’m not gonna bang on about progress as I go along, I get a little annoyed when writers do that, but I’ll just tease you by saying the working title is Dead Beat (and yes, I know that’s a Val McDermid book, but so what) and about an obituary writer. Written the opening miserable/angry graveyard scene already! Boof!
Right, as you were. Nothing to see round here for a few months.
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It’s not about an obituary writer who starts killing people in order to ensure he has something to write about every week, is it?