The first draft of my new novel is ready. A weird and lonely feeling. Since October the characters have been my friends and enemies and now it’s over. That the story, more than 150.000 words, is written doesn’t main this thick book is finished. Not at all, now the re-reading is starting, getting feed-back of the editor and co-readers and then the rewriting and polishing. Still a long way to go, but as always, right on the moment I put down the last dot, I know where my next story is gonna take place. But that is still a very big secret.