Last night I started my new book. I always enjoy the beginning of a writing project, and I usually enjoy the end - it's just the 100,000 words in the middle which can become tedious.
Once upon a time I used to write a book a year, but in recent years that has fallen by the wayside. Just look at the evidence:
2000 Blackdown Mystery
2001 Only fools and goatsuckers
2002 Monster of the Mere
2004 Monster hunter
2008 Island of Paradise
OK, in the middle I put out Strength through Koi but that was only a piece of fun, and a compilation of previously published articles to boot.
So I have started my new book with good intentions of having it finished by Christmas, and published in the spring. However, that's what I said last time, and the bloody thing still took four years.
So keep your fingers crossed, and don't ask me what it is about cos I'm not telling!