And it's a wrap

The final story of the sequence is done and out for initial comments with Rosie and Rach. It is a bit rough around the edges but on the whole I'm pleased with it.

I'll get round to looking again at the final two stories and the entire sequence in 2016 once the dust has settled. I already know that That I May Swim is going to have a fairly heavy revision, not least because I now know a lot more about the real Isobel Mein's family history.

The whole sequence comes in at around 92,000 words before revision.

In the meantime I have submitted The Estate of Edward Moorehouse to a call for "respectable horror stories" for a projected anthology of such from a small press.

My mind is now working through a plot for a non-genre story, a novel, which will begin in Edinburgh around 1944/45 and work through until, probably, the mid 1950s. A lot about it is falling into place, at least at a high level: I have a working title and a notion of the underlying metaphor/imagery.