The Eighth Duck

I'm happy to report that the eighth duck has been corralled or penned or whatever it is one does with ducks -- and with only nine and ten to sort out, I might actually get this book out of here by Monday. Here's hoping.

As soon as it's gone, I'm going to post the cover for The Boss's Wife for a Week -- Spence and Sadie's cover.

It seems like years -- literally -- since I wrote that book. When the hardbacks arrived last week, I looked at them as if someone else had written them.

And after I read through them, I wasn't sure someone else hadn't. I think it's because, in my head I still think of the story as being the first way I wrote it -- the way my editor couldn't deal with. So this version, while okay as far as it goes, is not the version I'd originally come up with. So it feels a little odd. In fact, I was a lot happier with it, after re-reading it, than I thought I would be.

A little distance, a little perspective -- a lot of moving on -- makes a big difference.

Speaking of which, I have the oddest feeling that Abigail -- you remember her? The beautiful blonde? -- may end up on the cutting room floor.

We'll see.

Frankly there is a lot that's going to end up on the cutting room floor as I already have 49,000 plus words -- and two chapters I haven't even counted yet!