Le livre est mort, vive le livre (or something)

15 August 2011

It doesn’t seem like all that long ago (January! Crikey!) that I was writing in this little white box about starting my new novel, which was inspired by Edith Wharton’s The Buccaneers but set in London and Paris at the end of the ancien régime and start of the French Revolution.

How time flies.

I’ve just written the very last paragraph of this book and, you know what, I’m really REALLY pleased with it to the extent that I am genuinely sorry to say goodbye to my characters and am starting to wonder if maybe a sequel might be a possibility for them all? Or at least the ones who have managed to escape the clutches of Madame Guillotine. Bwahaha. Oh wait, that’s me, isn’t it?

Now begins the process of polishing my words until they shine and getting ready for publication, which I hope will be before the end of the year. I can’t wait until it comes out though as I genuinely think that this is the best thing that I have written to date and am so SO proud of it.

In the meantime, The Secret Diary of a Princess and Blood Sisters are selling reasonably well in their Kindle forms, which makes me very happy and proud to have produced books that people seem to be actually enjoying.

What’s next? Well, I think I need a bit of a break from the glitter of Versailles and drama of the Revolution so I’m off to Whitechapel in 1888 for a bit of a holiday…