Last week I wasn’t Riley Reynolds.
I was just a woman who had surprised herself by writing a novel and was wondering what to do with it. It still feels very new to be writing under this new name.
But I didn’t become Riley straight away – a couple of years ago I was blogging excerpts from very early drafts of The Winter Passing (working title was – imaginatively – Winter).
I was also distracting myself by writing about writing. I was deep under cover and this is the first time I’ve mentioned that I played with that identity and shared those sketches.
None of the bits that I shared back then made it to the drafts of The Winter Passing which are now with beta readers. The story shaped up over the last couple of years, the characters revealed their true selves and then in the last two months ALL of the the words fell out of my head.
I still don’t know what I’m going to do with the novel I’ve written. I am still working out how to be Riley and how to be a writer of long stories.
But I’m really pleased to be here and sharing all of it.