This afternoon finds me grinning stupidly in spite of being just a little bit knackered. As expected, Children of the Resolution is now complete. I’m extremely happy with the end result and now looking forward to getting the edits out of the way and submitting. How it will be received, I don’t know — but if my other novels came close, I find it hard to believe that Children of the Resolution will not find a home. I’m confident, as dangerous as I know that that can be. It deserves to be published, not because I wrote it, not even because I invented it (for the most part, it being semiautobiographical, I didn’t), but, rather, because it is a unique and telling story. If they can’t see that… well, they will.
And so, now, some tennis (watching, that is, not playing!)
A job well done. A bloody good feeling, that.