Good afternoon from a chilly Dublin. It was a glorious week of hail and wind and rain wasn’t it? No? Okay then.
April 25th I will begin teaching a six-week course on crime writing; all relevant information can be found – here. Hopefully by then I will have had time for a haircut and won’t look quite so wild and woolly.
In other news, the official release date for The Chosen, paperback version, is May 1st, which naturally means another round of publicity and so forth. To that end it was terrific to find a review of The Chosen in The Irish Central this morning.
Review can be found – here.
In between teaching and attempting to seduce the media I have been working on the new book, working title, ‘Feral’. It started off one way, veered another and is currently a real heart-breaker. I’ve genuinely had moments where I need to get up and take a trip around the garden to give my my mind a break, not because it’s hard work or anything, but because I’ve found myself feeling very protective of one of the characters and her plight is upsetting. Does that sound strange? I mean her destiny is in my hands after all, but also it’s not: her path has been set, her decisions are almost hers and hers alone.
Pah, maudlin, must be the weather.
Take care everyone, hope the sun comes back out. That better NOT have been summer the other week.