“I’ve read chapter one,” is possibly the most frightening phrase in the English language.
Time has skipped somewhat since then. Book Two is with my editor for the final push. I’m sketching out Book Three. Very aware that I’ll have to do some real research for Book Four, and all I can think about is: “I’ve read chapter one.”
At the time of writing, I’ve heard nothing further from my first actual reader. I’m not taking it personally. She left the country.
Okay, that was a bit heavy-handed.
She went on holiday.
I think I may be her holiday reading. Not sure how well manners, lesbians, and death at dinner parties will fare in sunny Spain, but I suppose I’ll find out when she gets back.