May to June
Now it's back to novel-writing as much as I can in a fairly cluttered life, until, in a fortnight, Continuum 8 down in Melbourne, which will be a different, more spec-ficky kind of fun, with some relatives-visiting thrown in as well. Then, June looks fairly clear for the writing, and so does July, except for a spot of root canal therapy and then, right at the end, this workshop in Fiji, where I hope to thaw out sufficiently to be inspiring about writing from your innermost soul.
Mind you, ahead of time, all months look "fairly clear for the writing" until I get up close, and then one thing after another gets in the way. And honest, it's not all socialising and frivolity! I tend to forget, for example, that stories, nay, collections, will need their copyediting or their proofs combed through at some point—right now I'm going through the US Yellowcake copyedits, which are showing me up for the scatterbrained, completely whimsical, just-pleasing-myself, addicted-to-hyphens writer I am. So far, one small and one large embarrassment have been brought to light, in stories that have both been published twice previously. Aargh.
In less mortifying news, a German deal is in the offing for Tender Morsels and Sea Hearts/Brides, which is wonderful. So this time next year, maybe I'll be blogging from sunny Berlin instead of chilly Lewisham.