Ah life, so busy.
Am just back in after meeting my book writing partner tonight. As avid readers of my blog (all mythical masses of you) will know, I meet weekly(ish) with said partner in an atmosphere of mutual support, encouragement and threat, in an attempt to finish our books. He has abandoned one book after 60/80k words and is now on a new one. Brave man! I on the other hand, am limping pathetically through the longest gestation for a simple light and frothy book ever. I've hit about 110k words now myself, which I am delighted and amazed with, and have only 12k left before a first draft is accomplished.
Then the redraft.
Then the dumping in the bin and the wailing and gnashing of teeth at the wasted years.
(Then hopefully the retrieval from the bin, the sending to a publisher, the discovery as amazing new Irish writing talent and then the millions of euro rolling in.)