This has been bothering me for months, and it’s finally written. Things should be easier from now on, though I have a feeling a certain amount of re-writing is inevitable.  Never mind, I can get on with it now! Ouf.

Many years ago, in a fit of euphoria, I started writing my third novel. The first two, neatly bound, lie at the bottom of a drawer, and will never see the light of day until I finally bring myself  to take them out, read them one last time, and SHRED them!

This one was fully planned, and about a third written,when life suddenly took a very unfunny turn, and it, too, lay in a drawer waiting for me to emerge from a particularly long tunnel. A year ago, I took it out, edited, and sent it to an agency.  After obtaining the professional critique (very positive) that the agency demanded, I was again seized with  a kind of mental paralysis. Having been told it was good, doubts assailed me – what if it wasn’t good enough; what if I couldn’t recapture the first hilarious inspiration?

Rats. I know that the only thing to do is WRITE!  Whether you have anything to say or not, write, write,write – and if there is something there, it will eventually emerge.

Today, then, is the day I stop messing about and get down to it.

What is it about?  Er…  The nearest I can get is fantasy-satire. It takes place in a fictional community where time has become a religion. Time himself gets wind of this, and sends in a task-force to teach the offenders a lesson, which involves taking them out of time, and, with the help of a couple of misfits from the future, bring them back in once they have  learned it. It also has a go at the consumer society, and several other aspects of modern life that make me yell with frustration. So, rather than give way to a total meltdown, I’ve decided to laugh at it – and hope I’ll be able to make others laugh as well.

Watch this space.