It does have a title (Yay!), and a little bit of a plot--but I can't tell you any of that!
What I can tell you is that I think it will be set in London's Bloomsbury, in the dark days of late autumn, and--well, stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And hopefully it will be gripping and intriguing and I'm dying to get started on it.
My agent is looking at the proposal today, and then we'll talk, so cross your fingers that she likes the idea!!
What I've been working on the last few weeks is this:
First my editor's edits (that's the pile with the stickies) on A BITTER FEAST, then the copy edit. Fortunately, it was the same copy editor I've had for many books and she does a great job.
Here's page 1 of my style sheet (the reference your copy editor makes for names and word usage):
If you were to read through the manuscript, you'd see that I have once again utterly failed at compound words...
Then, today, my page proofs arrive!! These are the typeset pages, and it's the first time you get to see what the finished book pages will look like--and how they will read with all the changes that you made in the copy edit. It's very exciting!
And also very scary, because the only changes you can make at this point are to correct type-setting errors. So if you're not happy with what you wrote, yikes, it's too bad.
And now, because it's spring, and we are all about flowers, here's a little snippet from A BITTER FEAST. Gemma has arrived at Melody Talbot's parents' house for the weekend, and this is her first view of of the fabulous gardens.
From the garden came the Jack Russell’s high-pitched yips,
and Charlotte’s even more shrill squeal of excitement. Gemma realized she’d
left the child in Addie’s care too long. She stacked the breakfast plates in
the sink and headed for the French doors that led to the terrace.
She stepped out into the crisp morning and stopped, her
breath catching at the sight that greeted her. Last night, she’d only glimpsed
the garden through the windows in the fading dusk, and then her gaze had been
caught by the distant hills.
Now, she marveled at the riot of color and symmetry spread
before her. The flagged terrace merged into a smooth expanse of emerald lawn
anchored by a rose-draped pergola. Two long tables had been set up in the grass
on either side.
At the lawn’s edge she could see drifts of flowers bisected
by a shallow flight of steps, and beyond that, more green lawns and steps,
leading her eyes down to the curve of the little river.
On either side of the top lawn, double herbaceous borders
blazed in a profusion of late summer reds and golds. She’d no idea so many
different flowers even existed.
And here's a photo from a very real house near my fictional Beck House. This is the Lords of the Manor hotel, in Upper Slaughter, Glouscestershire.
The borders are lovely but not as beautiful as the ones I made up!
The page proofs also mean that ARCs will be coming very shortly, so look out for a giveaway soon!
Kincaid/James #18, coming October 8th, 2019 from William Morrow.
Readers, how good are your copy-editing skills? And can anyone else get compound words right?