Silverstrand

Now I'm in that strange POST-novel writing phase, where I wander about not sure what to do next, with a head full of people who aren't real and an overwhelming desire to celebrate wildly - but no-one else would understand what the celebration was all about. It's so hard to explain how intense a process writing is, particularly something this complicated. I've got to the stage now where I could tell you what all my characters had for breakfast, what music they like, what their bedrooms look like, even what kind of underwear they own! It really is a weird, intimate thing, being embroiled in the lives of people who have been conjured up out of your own head.

So excuse me if I spend a few days being totally insane while I recover...