Bwahahaha... ha... oh God...

Right, it's nearly two in the morning and at long, festering last, Book 3 is away. Bye, bye! Line edit is done! Halleluiah and pass the Branston Pickle. Now I'm off to sleep for a week -- then I'll have to start Book Number The Fourth.

It's all getting a bit scary. I go back to work in three weeks time and I've got no idea what that's going to be like. I've not done any proper work for a year and a half -- what if I've forgotten how? Can I cope with not slouching about the house all day in my tartan jammies, talking to the cat? It's going to be weird. But at least I can draw comfort from the fact that Book 3 is finally done. Take that, stinky novel of DOOM!