Still Expecting

For those who have long memories, and in a metaphorical sense grey beards, it might be recalled that in an entry on this blog dated 29th October 2020 I reported that I had just finished and sent in a new novel. It is called Expect Me Tomorrow.

The novel is still called that, in spite of the temptation to change the title to Expect Me Next Decade. This week I finally received and signed a contract for its publication, almost exactly eight months later. What you might ask has gone on in the meantime? Good question. Not, I can assure you, anything close to indecent haste from those at the other end. At least it now has a certainty, and is likely to appear in September next year, another fifteen months away.

Advice to aspiring novelists: live long.