Sack full of kittens

I can’t yet let the kittens out of the bag.

Writing a novel is a nasty process. A certain number of mood swings is involved. Word has it that this has made me difficult to live with. These reports, I have chosen to ignore.

The end result is rather like a litter of kittens: you want to keep them, but cold reason suggests you should stuff them in a bag and throw them in the nearest waterway.

Instead, you stuff them in a bag and send them to a publisher. The publisher, in all likelihood, will then throw them in a river.

If, on the other hand, you receive a response including such words as ‘fresh’, ‘powerful’, and ‘uncompromising’, or even ‘unputdownable’ (which may not actually be a word, per se), then you develop a sudden and luminous insight to the meaning of ‘euphoria’.

More to follow.