I finished my first round of edits on Search for Truth – my fourth book, due out hopefully at the end of next month. My first featured a barrister, my second a doctor in a refugee camp; the idea for this was born from a desire to write about something I knew about for a change. No, not romance (I still don’t know much about that) but the pharmaceutical industry. Following the advice of my very astute editor one of my major edits was to add a prologue so the reader can immediately understand what motivates my heroine to do what she’s about to do (hah – that’s the part where I add a drum roll). I also gave my hero and heroine some time in Rome – how kind am I? It’s a business trip, but as Search for Truth is still very much a romance I had to let them have some fun. They sampled gelato by the Trevi fountain, but thankfully it didn’t look like it did when I visited last October. Throwing a coin into an empty fountain just didn’t cut it.
On other book news, I’ve just reviewed the typeset manuscript for Too Charming. It’s coming out in paperback in June and I can’t wait to see it. Having a book published at all is an incredible feeling, but to hold your paperback in your hand … it’s almost as amazing as holding your newborn. And a lot less exhausting.
And in other news …
My eldest son is learning to drive and we now have a lovely mini with L plates on. I’m coming to realise that whilst to him the L means learner driver, to other road users it means License to overtake, cut me up and generally drive like a lunatic near me.
I planted petunias and pansies in my hanging baskets and pots last weekend. I’m worried that my gardening genes haven’t switched on yet because I don’t do this task out of love, but a desire to see pretty pink flowers when I’m drinking my rose in the sun. Though I do talk to them when I shove them in the soil, its only to say ‘don’t die you bugger.’ Maybe, despite all other signs to the contrary, my genes aren’t old enough yet?