It has begun. My trusted spouse, my first beta reader (always) is now, as I type, reading The Rose Trail. My nails are already looking a tad tatty. It'll get worse.
Every book I write, I become his slave. I'll do anything, yes anything, so he will carry on reading until he's done. I pace, I swear quite a bit too, I do all the chores, I am sweetness and light - my opposite of norm - and say yes in all the right places instead of offering a counter argument, whatever the discussion.
The Rose Trail is quite a departure from my other novels. Will it ring true?
Watch this space....