In the grand scheme of things, three months isn’t a very long time at all. It’s a third of the time required to create a new life. It’s a quarter of a year. It’s about the time it took me to write the first draft of A TALE OF TWO SISTERS. This time last year, I was still working on that draft, nearing the end, making myself finish by using some of my favourite authors’ latest releases as a carrot. “If you finish your draft, you can read THE IRISH WARRIOR,” I told myself. I didn’t manage that. I gave in and read the book before I was done. But back to three months.