I’m somewhat overwhelmed.
It’s four and a half years since I wrote the opening lines of a novel titled Black Feathers: The Book of the Crowman.
These were the lines:
“When the final days came, it was said that Satan walked the Earth in the guise of a crow. Those who feared him called him Scarecrow or sometimes Black Jack. I know him as the Crowman.”
Seven months later, the first draft was complete but it took almost three years to find a home for the novel – with the wonderful Angry Robot Books. Unfortunately, it was too long to publish in one book so there followed much labour, breaking what was essentially one story into two parts.
Now, however, there’s no need for the story to be split any longer. My copies arrived this morning and they look beautiful together.
With the circle complete, it’s time for me to write a new book…
*gets down to business*