It's official. Two weeks ago, I finished my last shift at the day job, and I'm now a full-time writer. There's just one little problem... My brain doesn't want to write. It wants to read. This could be a good thing because I have nine RITA books sitting around the house, needing to be judged, but there's a guilty little part of me that says I should be doing more, writing more, more words, more, more, MORE... And I've realised that my expectations of myself have probably been set a little high the last few months. It started in November. You may know this month as NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. It's the first time I've succeeded in completing the challenge and since the start of November, I basically wrote the last book in my London Steampunk series, Of Silk and Steam , in six weeks. I've also finished a short story, edits, most of a novella and half of a secret project I've been dabbling with, amongst the mer...
READ. REVIEW. REPEAT.