Busy morning!

Well, Transgressions is done.

Galley proof cut into pieces, edited, scanned, emailed off. I just hope that someone else other than me is editing it (i'm sure there is!) as I'm sure I didn't catch all the errors.  Thanks to Lisa (the editor) it's a much better book now. This is the scary part - because that's it. There's nothing now I can do. It's out of my hands and for better or worse, I've pushed it out into the world to be trampled!

May I just say that our New Year's Fireworks (at the London Eye) were a bit rubbish?  Designed by some enfant terrible of the Firework World apparently, and I for one, wasn't impressed.  Bring back the old school, I say.

As to Hangingstone Hill, it's all changed. As I posted on The Brit Writers recently, I was going to set it in Dartmoor, but then realised that 1. I don't really know much about Dartmoor and 2. It's been done to death and 3. I can only research online as it's a bit blooming far to drive.  So - as I live in one of the most evocative mysterious beautiful places in England, and certainly it's unique, I've decided to set it on the Norfolk Broads instead.  No hills, though, so the name will certainly have to go.

And because I haven't done one for a while, a meme.

( 100 questions about me )