The second book is almost finished. There’s still editing to do, but it’s at the point now where it’s in other hands and I’m done until it comes back.
The feeling of relief is overwhelming. I remember reaching this point with The Secret Dead too – where I was just so fed up with the damn thing that I wasn’t even happy about being finished. Just relieved.
I told myself I was going to have a break before starting the next book, and have some time without pressure. And so I find myself sitting in front of my laptop and planning the third in the series anyway…
I’m really not good at this whole ‘leisure time’ thing.