Aaaaand, that’s a draft!
‘Scuse me while I fill my wine glass in celebration.
So. Yes. This is the second complete draft of the novel In Secret Kept. The entire second half has been rewritten because I stared at what I’d written originally and realized there was no way the characters would act that way. So I rewrote it.
Funny thing about revisions? They get you closer to the truth. Closer to what the story’s about. This is the second revision (not counting those that came, literally, well over a decade ago. Yes, this novel has been with me for that long), and the more I work on it, the more I start to feel like this:
And one of my plot twists took a plot twist I DID. NOT. SEE. COMING. And I fought it. Which was my first clue that it was what was supposed to happen. Second clue was when the thing proceeded to map itself out for me. Third clue was when I woke up the next morning it was all still there despite the fact that I hadn’t written it down.
Yeah. Ok. Neon sign. Gotcha.
So I wrote. And now it’s finished. And now it has to sit and simmer for a few weeks while I attempt to distract myself with academia and other fiction writing. And when it’s been a few weeks, or a month, I’ll pull it out again and get to work.
In the meantime, I’m gonna raise my glass of lovely French wine and give a Scottish toast, ’cause that’s how I roll.