So, no sooner do I hand in Stormlord’s Exile on Sunday – updated with editorial input changes – than one of my beta readers (Phill Berrie, bless him) points out a large plot hole towards the end that no one else spotted. Including myself. Sigh. Thank the magic for someone like Phill. Fortunately, although the plot hole is major in terms of the impossibility of what happens next, the fix will only necessitate a relatively small change: two waterpaintings have to be done where there was only one…
My delivery of the book was majorly late. It is book number 10, and it’s the first time I have overrun the schedule to the extent that the publication dates have to be changed, for which I apologise to all you readers out there. (And of course, to my wonderful publishers, neither of whom decided to hang, draw and quarter me, but reacted with remarkable restraint and unqualified support; and then — probably with much teeth gnashing — rescheduled and rearranged their publishing list.)
So what went wrong?
Who knows? Sometimes creativity to a schedule doesn’t work, it’s as simple as that. It’s not the time put in, it’s the quality of what is achieved.
Once the book was finished in its initial show-someone-this-draft form, I knew something was not right, but couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. The two initial readers – Karen Miller and my editor friend and neighbour Alena — took a look and applied tough love. Basically: Glenda, the beginning is ALL WRONG.
They were so right. I had to do more than the usual spruce up: I had to rewrite the entire beginning, 30,000 words, and start in a different place with different characters. And then dovetail that to the rest of the book, which is harder than it sounds. Sort of writing something backwards. The way I had written in initially simply didn’t push the story forward, but kept looking backwards.
Anyway, it is re-written now, and my editors are happy. Publication dates will be next year sometime. When they are definite, I will tell you.
Oh, and I have seen the cover art for the Voyager Oz edition. And no, I am not showing you, yet. 🙂