So, it's December 6th and 30 degrees. Yes, Christmas in Singapore is a far cry from the snowy fir tree-lined mountains in Switzerland. And yes, I miss the cold. It just doesn't feel Christmassy. Not that Asians don't try. Decorated trees everywhere, garlands, music, typical food in the supermarkets. In Disneyland Hong Kong (yep, I was there) they even had a snow machine. But without a red and runny nose, being wrapped in a huge coat and shaking uncontrollably it's just not the same.
This said, the point of life is variety and to experience things outside your comfort zone. Thus, I will be spending December 25th by my condo pool. More out of shear defiance than anything. Repeating my mantra: I will be more flexible!
In the meantime, I have recently finished Huaca, the last in my trilogy. Yes, really this time. Utilising feedback from my Beta readers I'm now much happier with it. I had plenty of time on long flights to Cape Town (where I was at dinner with HRH Dina Mired of Jordan and Zoleka Mandela no less), and Delhi. I don't sleep on planes anyway.
Huaca is now with Miles Bailey at the Choir Press and my editor Harriet Evans to begin the process of producing the paperback and Kindle books. It's sad to finish it, really. The last three years of intense writing has been a staple, but now I can put a big tick in a dream more than 15 years long.
It's hard to let go, but let go I shall - maybe to take on the next challenge: movies. Maybe. One Hollywood production exec was recently quoted as being 'halfway through it, [Huahuqui] it's engaging!' I can only cross my fingers. And toes. And other things that bend.
Beyond this trilogy, I do have to ask myself: would I write another book? Again, maybe. Perhaps my readers can suggest a topic for the next adventure. Or perhaps I'll go off on a completely different tangent...
Vampire Unicorns that live on Mars?