When I started writing first I was as green as a HB Fat Frog. I couldn’t type, did not understand the concept of grammar; indeed could barely get my head around commas let alone semi-colons and colons. The only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to tell stories and in that regard I have been lucky enough to be allowed follow my dream.
From getting an agent – the peerless Faith O’Grady from the Lisa Richards Agency – to getting published for the first time with the good people of Hachette (and landing the best editor a person could ever wish for in Ciara Considine) I have to say I’ve been pretty blessed with good fortune. I cannot speak for other genres, but within fiction crime writing there seems to be an abundance of terrific passionate people and I count myself very lucky to be a part of it all.
This year, after much consideration, I declined a two book deal with Hachette. I have nothing but the highest respect for Breda and the excellent team she captains with good grace and enthusiasm. I hold Hachette in the highest regard, but I felt it was time to do something else I have long dreamed about. My husband, Andrew, and I have created Portnoy Publishing (lovers of Bloom County will get this), our very own imprint. As you can imagine it is exciting and ohmygodwhatarewedoingly nerve wracking at the same time. We are on a steep learning curve here folks, but my gut, which I am inclined to follow, assures me it is the right time to take a leap of faith. I wish my gut could assure my brain as easily.
October 17th is the release date for The Chosen, and we’ll be setting up a pre-ordering system on the Portnoy website soon. To everyone who was kind enough to email me, yes, I am half way though writing the next QuicK Investigation novel.
On the 3rd of September, I’ll be taking part in Electric Picnic, talking about crime and The Chosen (12:50pm-1:30pm), and the 7th of September sees me in Dun Laoghaire and taking part in the excellent Mountain to Sea Festival
The following week I’m off to New York (I’ll do a proper write up on my return, I promise, without telling tales) and there are a few other bits and pieces I’ve forgotten, but my brain is pretty much like a colander at the moment, so forgive me.
Then it will be pretty much time to launch The Chosen (eek) out into the world. So wish me luck folks, it’s a scary bloomin’ path and no mistake.