There's an understatement. I had rather too many. But thanks to some lovely editors on both sides of the pond, I managed to hack back the requisite amount. Colonic irrigation is nothing compared to the process. Nothing.
Moving on. Now moving on to the formatting stage and then the cover. The release date is now April. Fine with me. Love the haste. Perhaps it's the newspaper gene.
My mother was a chief sub, and a few years ago, my sadly-missed Uncle Logan worked for The Scotsman and Edinburgh Evening News. In his teens, he was a dispatch rider in WW2. Relatives, eh?
No wonder the original was so long.