"Write what you know" they say.

Even of what you know is benefits advice work and writing stories about it only pays enough to keep your colleagues in biscuits!



Friday 30 December 2016

Coming Soon...


After much dithering (which sounds as if it should be a Cotswold village), I am almost at the point of releasing a second '4mph thriller', with doughty boat-dweller Daphne Randall again on the trail of modern-day villains, aided and abetted by some familiar, and some new, characters. 

The Kindle version of 'Daphne of the Four Counties' is available to pre-order here.  There will be a paperback version out soon too, subject to a final proof-read - which as always, I would urge people to buy via CompletelyNovel or your local tax-paying Indy bookshop, rather than Amazon.  I attack them with a clear conscience still, since I've noticed that, despite others being tagged more helpful and a more recent highly positive review, Amazon have a one-star slating of 'Severe Discomfort' pinned as top review for that book.  Not helpful to The Cause at all...

The question that arises whenever I finish a book is 'where to next'?  To which I have to add 'and with whom?' as, while I have notebooks full of navigational and nature notes for more Daphne Randall adventures, I can also imagine countless plotlines for the stalwarts of the Solent Welfare Rights Project.  I had resolved to keep on boating and leave the 'Welfare Rights Lit' be until Universal Credit was fully rolled out in southern Hampshire but it seems implausible that the team wouldn't be at least as busy right now, handling DLA to PIP migration and the cut to the Benefit Cap.  I'd also like to eavesdrop on their conversations about Brexit and The Donald, Jeremy Corbyn and Theresa May.  There are personal stories to pick up too, though I can't speculate on those without chucking spoilers about like confetti at a wedding (though that would have to be sustainable, bio-degradable confetti...).

Meanwhile, The Lady Eowyn is moored close by, waiting to cast off for more unexpectedly eventful cruises along ostensibly tranquil waterways.  I've a rough-and-ready plot sketched out for a tale with the working title All Along the Rochdale, with some more changes to the crew, and an equally lock-filled sequel crossing back over the Pennines on the Leeds and Liverpool Canal, with Daphne falling in and out of work, and love, along the way.  Then she'll be off around parts of the BCN for a gritty little mystery, down the Trent and Mersey to Shardlow for something altogether lighter, and picking up clues to cold cases along the Llangollen.

If I stick to my one New Year's Resolution - of spending less time scrolling about on Facebook and/or Twitter and more actually writing - it's all possible.  After all, Grand Union was the work of just one month, in which I was working slightly more hours than I am currently contracted to do. 

I just need to get on with it...