The last two stories requiring writing are going at their own paces – “Seven Sleepers”, the last tale, is writing itself. “Bella Beaufort Goes to War”, the third last story, is being a bastard. I am having to force myself at it, each and every minute. It’s one of those stories that my editor brain picks at every time I throw down a word.
I’m doing the only thing I can: writing in spite of myself, telling the inner editor to shut up, and apologising to Lisa for the dross I am going to send her way!