I know you’ve all been on the edge of your seats – will she have achieved all her aims by the end of the Christmas holidays? So to put your collective mind at rest, here’s an update: no mince pie crumbs in the keyboard as far as I can tell; 6 gallons of tea achieved days ago; 2 submissions made, not 3 (but I still have half a day left). Oh yes, and the serial novel is serial no more – its final chapter has been presented to its tiny audience. Hey, it only took me 6 years to finish; I’ll have the next one done in no time. Actually there is no ‘next one’ at the moment, I’m concentrating on redrafting Wasted Years (as it may as well be referred to now) and writing more short stories. You wouldn’t believe how excited and relieved I was when I saved that last chapter and sat back. Then OneMonkey, my best critic, didn’t think the last chapter worked that well so I had to rewrite it. But after that, when the monkey from Del Monte said yes, that was a very good feeling. Phew.
I won’t spoil this uplifting tale by complaining about the long-drawn-out regeneration into the eleventh doctor (another Peter Davison wannabe! Who’d have thought it?), or the injection of more cheapness by RTD (helping Captain Jack score in a bar? Really? And the lottery ticket!). Accentuating the positive, I await Steven Moffat’s reign with bated breath.