I feel as if I should whisper this post just in case I wake the internet fairies who are sleeping behind my wastepaper basket. They've been dozing for a couple of days now, and their hibernation has allowed me to restart my YA, Grim Glass Vein. I spent the weekend reminding myself of the plot and cringing at the story threads that led nowhere. I'm grateful for the time away from the book and the things I learned while rewriting Theatre at the end of last year. I'm going to set myself a daily goal sheet later, they normally help me stay on track and I do like to compete against what I thought I could do and win. I'm aiming to finish this draft by March 31st and then I'll put it aside while we decorate--groan--and do a final edit in April.**
I've also started a rough draft - handwritten, gulp! - of my next YA, Cobweb Strings of the Rotting House, which needs a catchier title, but that will do for now. So far, I've written a massive two pages. Try not to be jealous. Originally, Cobwebs was supposed to be a novelette that I wanted to send to a spectacular editor who is planning a chapbook line. Alas, 'twas not to be... Until of course, my plans swerve. Because plans always swerve.
**Note to Carrie Harris, please do a synopsis give-backery competition thingy in April and let me win. I am willing to bribe.