And that’s a wrap…

And I think that’s what we’ll call a wrap.

I mean, not a wrap with a nice gift card and a ribbon, but more of a kind of a wrap with a bit of old newspaper and some hastily stuck-on tape (yes, I’m aware I’m mixing metaphors). But it’s still a wrap, okay?

In other words, I have finally – finally! – finished the first draft of my new novel. And, yeah, I’m pretty excited about that!

This is my first novel for adults that I’ve done since I knew what I was doing with this writing thing. Not only have I now finished the first draft, but I like it! It’s very me. We’ve got cool magic and dead gods and murders and people getting the shit kicked out of them and all the swearing I couldn’t put in my middle grade novels.

The first draft has come in at almost exactly 100k words. I already know there are some bits I’m going to cut and some bits I’m going to insert and a whole bunch of bits that I’m going to fiddle around with, but I reckon it’ll come out not too far from that total.

Okay, that’s the good stuff. Here’s the stress: I don’t have a title for my book! I always have a title for my books when I start, even if they eventually change. But this one? Nope. I kept thinking I would come up with one eventually, but I didn’t and I still can’t think of one and, and, and. Please give me a title. Any title. Your title will do. Do you have a good title for your book? Can I steal it? Pretty please? Okay, I’m stealing it.

I’m planning to take a month off this book then plunge into the rewrite during our summer trip to America.

And now I have to think of something else to write.