No, not the furniture, the novel.
The de Lacy Inheritance was originally due for publication last autumn and I hadn’t looked at the text since around this time last year. I thought I was happy with it then, but when I opened up the file at the end of last week, wondering if I could lift a quote that might serve as a shoutline for the cover, I began to see things that needed changing. At least I thought they needed changing. I think the truth is that I will never be completely satisfied with what I’ve written and could go on taking a word out here and putting a comma in there for ever.
So I’ve spat on my finger and plastered down its unruly hair. I’ve wiped the imaginary smudge from its cheek and like a good parent I’ve let it go. Now I have to wait to see what someone else will make of it. Someone who doesn’t love it like I do and can see its faults. I’m hoping its going to get an A* and won’t need too much remedial work before it’s ready for print.