A funny thing has happened. There is a before and an after. Exit the Actress came out a month ago today. Before it came out, my second book felt like a far away thing; like a flower that lived on a star. No one was asking about it as Nell was still waiting in the wings, fixing her hair, brushing her teeth and changing her dancing slippers. Now Nell is in full swing and having a marvellous time at her party. She sends a kiss and gives me a look as if to say "You can go. Don't wait up." Her dance card is full and she is planning to stay out until dawn. I am happy for her but I miss her.
Many reviews and interviews end with a comment or question about my next book. I love that; the assumption that I will write another. I love that this is what I do now. To write is a great verb. I love that people are interested in what I am working on. I have not been doing this long enough to be able to say I am an author without giggling. I know I shouldn't but it gets away from me.
I have been strangely cagey about the second book. It is set in the First World War but I have been reluctant to discuss the subject of the novel. I have realized that second book is not quite ready for grown up company. When I was very young my mother would take me to the ballet. I loved it, only I wanted to sit closer. No. Until I could sit still in my seat, we had to sit up in a box where I could crawl around the floor and not bother anybody. At last, when I could finally be trusted to keep my shoes on, stay in my own seat and face the stage, we moved to the stalls. The first violinist always waved to me and I felt so grown up. Second book is nearly ready to move...
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