I’m off to Whitby next week and I can barely wait. I can’t sit still and I feel like screaming loud, giddy noises. I always look forward to my holiday there. I tend to leave a little bit of my heart in Whitby each time I leave. But … this time … I am going back as a published author. My debut novel, Black Eyed Boy, is set there and, soon, I will we walking the same cobbled streets and across the dramatic clifftops as my beloved characters; Emily and Dylan. I just know that I will have a soppy smile on my face for the entire week. I will sigh at the beach huts. I will grin at the whale bones. I will coo at the walk to Saltwick Bay. There’s something even more special about this particular trip.
I have written the sequel (Green Eyed Girl) and it is with my publisher, Crooked Cat, set for publication towards the end of the year. Have my feet touched the ground yet in 2015? Errrm ….. Nope. As this will be my second book, I hope to feel as though I understand the publishing process a little better this time. I will be out taking photographs of book locations for Pinterest boards, quotes, and the all-important book launch. It will, simultaneously, be a fun family holiday and a book research jaunt. And I am counting down the days now, much like a small child desperately awaiting the arrival of Father Christmas.
I have started the third and final instalment of the trilogy, yet I still have a long way to go. I’m aiming to be finished round about the end of the year. I feel slightly more pressure this time. All the ends need to be neatly tied up in a shiny bow. It has to be complete. And it absolutely must be as beautiful as I can make it. Luckily, I will have Whitby for inspiration. Because that’s what Whitby does. It makes me want to write and capture the essence, charm and splendour of the town.
*Whispers* Five … more … days. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!