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All done! 

I’ve been working like a crazy person for the last two weeks, and finally it’s finished. I’ve written the final draft of what I hope will be the first in a new series of books for the lovely people at Blushing Books!

I think it’s the most concentrated period of writing I’ve ever done. Time restraints have forced me to sit down and bloody well write this thing. No sitting and pondering the deep meaning of every single word choice – just prop myself up in the corner of the sofa, move the cat from my notes, open up Word and go for it. I edited as I wrote, often going back mid-chapter to tweak, re-word and often hit the delete key with so much force that I think it won’t work properly now.

Previously, I had a completed, imperfect MS and then went back to redraft the whole thing as a unit. This time, it’s been a constant process of editing as I went along. I’m not sure which is the most useful way to handle editing and re-drafting, or whether I can manage this editing style when I have to return to a 5000 word a week schedule, rather than 40000 words in 50+ hours of one week like I’ve done this time.

I’m glad this book is done. It works as a stand alone story, as well as leading into a bigger cast of characters. I have 20000 words of the second in the series, which had been intended to be the first. That’s been sitting on my hard drive for about a year and will need a bit of a re-write to make it fit with what I’ve established in this, but it does give me an impetus to finish it now. I was stuck – it’s far more sexually explicit than the stuff I’ve written before,a nod there’s a big shift away from just spanking to more bdsm and power exchange stuff. I think I needed a lead-in to it, which is what the first novel is.  What that toys with, the second will jump straight into.

I’ve popped my bdsm cherry, so to speak, and now I’m ready to explore!

How does it feel to be an author?

For as long as I can remember I’ve had my head in a book. So much so, in fact, that my father lovingly called me Edna for the majority of my childhood. You know – short for Edna Book.  (It was better than his first nickname for me, which was Kojak. Both Telly Savalas and I suffered from a distinct lack of hair in the late seventies.)

I read anything and everything I could get my hands on – pulp sci-fi, nineteenth century children’s books, murder mysteries, autobiographies, historical non-fiction, backs of cereal packets; you name it, I read it.

What at made me think I could write a novel? Is it because I read so many that the next natural step was to write one myself? Or is it true that all of us have a novel inside us, and mine just found an easy way out? There was none of Hemingway’s opening up of a vein and writing – all I needed to do was open a Word document.

Blushing Books have given me the biggest compliment anyone could – they looked at my silly little story and thought it was good enough to be made into a proper book. I’m still not quite sure how I managed to fool them into thinking I, or the book, was something that people would like to read.  Either they’re very stupid, or the book must be fairly good.

You don’t last long in the business world being stupid, and they’ve been around for a while. I suppose that means the book must be fairly good!

It’s a strange concept, that the words buzzing around inside your brain will be buzzing around in somebody else’s very soon.

I’m not sure I’m quite ready for it – but it’s too late now! The release date for Spanking The Governess (guess what it’s about, go on, guess) is September 11th 2015.  On that date I’m going to turn into one of the people that have brought me so many hours of pleasure over the years! I lurch between excitement and pants-wetting terror on an almost hourly basis.

Is that how a real author feels? I’m not sure. But it’s how this author feels.