Number Three is all but finished. Arrived at that magical moment yesterday - that point where you realise the words are in place, the story's been told, and anything else will be too much.
I'll leave it for a while now, maybe a few weeks, before casting a fresh, critical eye over it, to see what can be pared down or sharpened up. Will get a couple of reports from critical readers too.
In the meantime, and before I start grappling with Number Four, there's a short story or ten, I'd like to write, and I have to finish redesigning the website. Maybe a bit of painting can be fitted in as well. Ooh, so much to do.
By the by, I didn't realise it was the bicentenary of Charles Dickens' birth this year. Apparently there's a global program of events under the banner Dickens 2012. I was lucky enough to hear a lecture by Adrian Wootton (chief executive of Film London), at Melbourne's Wheeler Centre last week on the Life of Dickens.
While I'm not a huge fan of Dickens' novels - have read quite a few, but have grown weary of the style - I must say that Adrian Wootton's presentation reinvigorated my interest, and I may well return to reading one or two more before long. Maybe I'll revisit Great Expectations, which was always my favourite. The last one I read was The Mystery of Edwin Drood, which, as I discovered at the end, was a mystery because Dickens inconveniently died before he finished writing the thing.