On the whole, it’s a good policy for an author not to have to much invested in a particular piece, or a particular draft. Good writing involves a willingness to discard: to ditch an idea, to rethink an approach, to scrap a particular scene and start again.
But there are exceptions. Right now, I’m happy to tell you that this author has a lot of pride in a forthcoming production. Two little productions, indeed: for my wife and I are expecting twins, due some time in August.
To say we’re thrilled is undercooking it. We feel ridiculously lucky and blessed. And yes, I know that a pair of newborn twins is going to wreak havoc for a while. But bring it on. A little more havoc will be entirely welcome. I’m 45 years old and up for a bit of mid-life disruption.
Of course, the one sacred duty of a crime writer is produce one novel a year, come hell, high water, or a houseful of screaming newborns. Quite how that is going to work, I don’t quite know, but what the hell. The twins are a-coming. My life is going to change. And I’m delighted.