I've recently finished (to the best of my single ability) my second novel, and it's like I've returned from an epic journey, minus the hero's welcome. There's no applause, no fanfare, just life as I left it a few months ago... Except that I'm different, Aside from feeling that I've been running parallel to a life that has continued without me, I've opened another door to a world I hope I never have to experience personally – Missing Children. And much like when I invited chil
My first novel is about to be available on Amazon and I’m (I want to say crapping myself, but because this is a public blog, I’ll say…) terrified. Up until now it has just been something that is going to happen in the future, at some point, when I feel it’s ready, but now it’s been plucked, preened and polished to within an inch of its life there are no more excuses. But my fear (and I feel I can be frank) is that it will be swallowed up and forgotten in Amazon’s ebook abyss.
I recently joined Twitter – admittedly with some apprehension – as a necessity towards getting my book and myself ‘out and about’. (There was a time when getting yourself out and about was a physical undertaking, but now you can get there from the comfort of your own home, whilst sitting or even lying down!) But it takes courage because it’s an intimidating world. It’s like gate-crashing a party that only the cool people have been invited to. And although it’s easy to get thr