So, I have gone through my story, three (!) times and hopefully picked up all the errors. One blatant one was where I referred to the main character, Rhona White, as Rhona Black - what was that? some sort of mental aberration? Perhaps subconsciously related to being brought up in South Africa, where we are all colour blind these days.
Now I wait while the book goes through the review process. I remember so clearly, when I had finished my first book, that I was desperate to keep writing - life felt so flat without a story to tell. Now at least I have a story to go back to, one that was put on the back burner while I wrote A Season, and A Time.
It's quite strange - I would never have realised before I started writing but writing is actually a powerful aphrodisiac - seeing one's thoughts and feelings appear in print is like no other feeling.
So now, whether or not anyone wants to read what I am writing, I will carry on. It's fun and just possibly that's what it's all about!
Till next time :)