So, this weekend I'll finish off the re-write to A Half Life of One. A mixture of readers' suggestions, fresh thoughts of my own, and judicious editing that should have been done before.
Then I'll send it off to Macmillan New Writing to see if I can interest a conventional publisher. Getting the book published is the only way I can get it out to a wider audience and I do want as many people as possible to read what, if I may be immodest, is a minor masterpiece.
Then next week I'll be free to resume work or my new novel, provisionally titled "Mummy's Boy".
At the same time I'll continue the process of selling my business interests so that I can write full time. This isn't as easy as it sounds. As well as the legal and fiscal morass I have to wade through I need to protect the lives of the people who work in my companies. The dynamics are tricky, sometimes painful. The whole process will probably take a year, maybe longer. Still, during that time I'll be able to work on my new book, hopefully even get the first draft finished.
Well, sounds simple enough, doesn't it? Might even be fun. Especially if I can get A Half Life accepted. Boy, wouldn't that be something.