Closing a Manuscript

Yesterday, I closed another manuscript, a completed first draft that will now sit for a few weeks before re-writing and editing begins. It took me longer than expected to complete this one, partly because I was basing my expectations on Flank Street, which took weeks, not months to write, and needed little in the way of re-writing. This third book of the Sydney Quartet was more challenging, especially the middle hundred pages.
It took a while to get the flow going in that part, and will no doubt be the area that needs most re-writing. But overall, I was pleased with the outcome.
You can find an excerpt here.
It doesn't have a title yet. I have a few possibilities, but I need to let it ferment for a while. Same goes for the cover, and that's all they are at this stage. The title and cover are another area were my trusty launch team and beta readers kick in. I think that sometimes as the author, it's easy to get bogged down in details, or fixated on a particular scene or plot turning point, and then miss the bigger picture that the book paints for the reader. There's still room for a few more of you on the launch team, hop over to this page to read more about it and sign up.

What's Next?

After a few days R & R, I'll resume work on a manuscript which is, in part, a prequel to Shadow House, from Sam Autenburg's POV. The working title is, Moral Imperative – Moral Dilemma, is an examination of both, and a look at where one man's decision can lead. You can find an exclusive peak at the opening here.

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Author: A.J.

I have written as far back as I can recall. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends and travelogues to the family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I have been collecting experiences, people, and places. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I have gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates.

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