Naturally I’m going to look at it and think: I should have done this or I wish I’d changed that… but that happens with every book, so I’m just flat-out not going to worry about it!
I just want to sit and stare at it, but life being what it is… I’ve got to go and prepare dinner. Talk about coming down to earth with a thump. My head is in Eve’s world, with vamps and fae and shapeshifters: a kind of melting-pot community where she’s got to find her way and evade the people who are hunting her – but my hands are in the sink.
The life of a writer!