Oculus, the sequel to my alternate history Orleans, is finished. I sent it off last week to my agent. (Which means that, in fact, I will have to do another pass when she gets through making notes, etc, but for now I am content.)
They’re all a slog at some point. The only novels I ever wrote that weren’t were the second Robot Mystery, Chimera, and the one Terminator novel I wrote, Hour of the Wolf (which wasn’t supposed to be the title—that was the working title I slapped on it because I have to have a title before I can write a piece, but given the impossible schedule and the fact that the publisher needed it, like, THEN, they went with the title as is). …