Well, I’ve reached the end of the draft of the second book in the Red Sun series. It’s now ready to be mailed off to Julie at Pan Macmillan, where no doubt her red pen will hack into it vigorously, and she’ll return it with a note asking me to kindly give up writing.
I’ve not got a definite title for the book yet. I know I’ve said I have before, but it turns out I was lying.
But the focus of this novel is on another city entirely. The book is darker, more full on, weird as hell and with a death count that would make Tarantino proud.
And there may or may not be a giant shape-shifting spider.
Julie twittered me to say that I’m exaggerating, and that she will in fact merely be using a pencil, not a red pen. (She didn’t say anything concerning the note about my writing. I’m guessing that will be written in the blood of the last writer who passed the offices of Pan Macmillan. Beware of the editor.)