My imaginary boss will be happy

I don’t have a boss. Apart from my 6-year-old daughter, of course. And although that might sound like a wonderful situation to be in, a boss is by definition someone who tells you to get things done. So when it comes to writing a novel, which is a notoriously procrastinationary (if that was a word) process, having a boss would be great because he or she would counter your inbuilt procrastinationism (if that was a word) by telling you that you have a deadline to meet, and that deadline is August 8th, you lazy procrastinator (hey – that actually is a word!).

Fortunately, the source of my novel writing is my imagination, so it’s pretty easy for me to cook up an imaginary boss. He/she is a cross between Spider-man’s J. Jonah Jameson and my 6-year-old daughter; a terrifying combination of shouty and pouty. Due to his/her haranguing and guilt-tripping, I have actually managed to meet the deadline my imaginary boss set for me back in April, and have completed a first draft of Starley’s Rust, the sequel to my Young Adult novel Silent Symmetry, and therefore the second book in the Embodied trilogy.

Here’s a photo of the draft. The two smudges at the bottom of the screen are the words The End.

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Of  course my imaginary boss will soon be watching over me with an iron fist and cute ponytail as I try to meet my next deadline: publishing by the end of the year, maybe even in time for Spendmas. Which is definitely a word where my 6-year-old daughter is concerned.

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