I seem to be doing more editing than writing at the moment. I only just got 'The Demi-Monde: Spring' off to Jo Fletcher at Quercus, than I had to turn back to 'Summer' in order to bring the beginning of that book into line with the amended ending of 'Spring'. And no sooner had I done that than I received the galleys of 'Winter' from the Americans! So rather than hitting 'Fall' as I'd planned, I've now got to re-read 'WInter' for about the umpteenth time.
Oh hum. No one told me that editing would come to dominate my life like this. It's a bloody nightmare.