I've been ill with a cold and chest infection this week and have been desparately willing my body to get well for my birthday today. If there's one thing worse that being another year older (yes, I finally understand why, when I was a child, my mum never got very excited by her impending birthdays) it's being ill on the actual day. I've been ill on my birthday a few times over the years (one of the joys of being born in cold and flu season!) but am pleased to report that I feel much better today (red nose excepted!).
Anyway, one of the side effects of being ill this week has been insomia. I haven't been able to get to sleep until 4 or 5am every day. That was a huge pain in the bum at first but recently my insomnia has started to bear fruit. On Thursday night I created a synopsis for the new book 2 (quite a vague synopsis but a synopsis nevertheless) and last night, during a marathon 'Anthony and Cleopatra' watching session (I'd forgotten how long a film it is!) I outlined the first nine scenes of novel 2!
This is very good progress and it's exactly what I did when I was writing novel 1. I knew the beginning, I knew the end and I only had a vague idea what happened in the middle but I knew enough about the first few scenes to get writing. Now all I need is an okay from my agent (on my synopsis) and I'll start writing. And you know what? I can't bloody wait!
On a personal level I'm not too happy about being another year older but there is cause for celebration. This has been my best writing year ever and, in the future, when I look back on this birthday, I'll always associate it with wonderful things happening to my writing career.
And yes, there is news on the search for a publisher front. But nothing official yet (and possibly for some time) so watch this space...