HAPPY ENDINGS?

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I’ve had some very encouraging comments lately regarding the Doctor Schmidt books, A LIFE ONCE HAD, and A NEW BEGINNING, not to mention my other three books. But one reader commented she would welcome a third novel about Doctor Schmidt. Originally the two books were written as one – but in two parts. When I realised it would be a bumper read at 260,000 words, and more, I published the two parts separately, as they did stand alone.

As a writer I like to write about different characters, and as you have probably noticed, a bit-part character in my first novel, TALE OF TWO WOMEN, ran to a full-length biographical fiction novel, TO THE EDGE AND BACK.  But the character, John Rhys Thomas, has now run his course, and will bow-out for good in my latest novel which is now available on Amazon – OPERATION MAINSPRING.

During the writing of this latest book, though, I came across two policemen, an Inspector Jones, and a Sergeant Watkins, and I am now considering these two characters might make top-billing in a second crime/thriller/mystery novel. Also, the character Heinrich Beckmann in the story, FORBIDDEN LIAISON, might still have legs as he becomes a Prisoner of War and shipped off to North Yorkshire and a POW camp: I knew all this before I wrote the book, because I always know the back-story to my characters. Knowing everything there is to know about a character – past, present and future – makes them whole when I am writing about them, but I can only take them so far.

Going back to the comment by one of my readers – namely Winifred – I asked myself, ‘Should I write another Doctor Schmidt book?’ I could, but a funny thing happened the other night which has steered me in a different direction. It’s a first for me, as I have never woken up in the early hours with three characters materialising in my head. Since that night I just can’t get rid of them, so I carried out some research as to how these characters might meet and how the story might develop. I am rather liking it.

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve finally pressed the button.

Op-Main Book coverWell folks, it’s out there: been and gone and done it, so no turning back.

From this afternoon my 6th novel can be purchased on Amazon and it only took 6 hours for them to publish it.

Can’t wait for any comments that might come my way, as it’s my first infiltration into the crime/thriller/mystery genre. I’m just pleased it’s finished and published because it did take me longer to write this one.

What’s next? I’m, still sitting contemplating my options, so will let you all know.

 

FINGER HOVERING, READY, TO PRESS THE BUTTON.

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Well, it’s about to fly the nest. Taken its time, I know, but it has been one of the most challenging stories to write. I’ve never before attempted a novel for the CRIME, THRILLER, MYSTERY genre, and I take my hat off to all those authors who write for that niche market, because I can now say, it is not easy.

Will let you know the minute I press the button. Wish me luck, and below is the blurb to remind you of the storyline.

Life for retired army officer, John, is running an outdoor activity centre in mid-Wales with his partner, Sarah. As a volunteer for the Mountain Rescue Team, he is called, one night, to help search for two missing climbers. He finds them dead. The police are brought in to solve, what are discovered to be, professional killings. But the more the local police delve into the murders of the two climbers, the stronger the connection to the outdoor centre. When two more bodies are located, the Security Services become involved, leaving the police side-lined, wondering what links John to the two dead climbers, and two men found dead, at separate addresses, in Liverpool.

ALMOST THERE: WE’RE ALMOST THERE.

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Bet you thought I was going to blog about Andy Williams and that song he sang all those years ago. Well you’d be wrong. I was referring to my latest novel, OPERATION MAINSPRING, which should be winging it’s way to Amazon in a few days time.

Must say, this book feels like a marathon project, as it has taken ages to process. But the writing was over and done with last year: it’s the proof-reading, the checking of facts, and making sure everything fits like a jigsaw puzzle. It is that which takes the time as I endeavour to publish work that is typo-free and within the realms of reality. But there is always one little typo-bugger that gets away, and it’s so annoying. I’m not going to say the final re-read is perfect, because I’ve already found I’ve missed out a question mark at the end of a line of dialogue, and as I don’t possess the means to have it professionally proof-read, I do all the proofing myself, with the help of my son who will format the book and do all that is needed to get it published, as I haven’t a clue. But I do hope it’s all worth it in the end, as my sixth novel has been the longest gestation period ever.

Here’s the blurb that will appear on Amazon: hope you like it.

Life for retired army officer, John, is running an outdoor activity centre in mid-Wales with his partner, Sarah. As a volunteer for the Mountain Rescue Team, he  is called, one night, to help search for two missing climbers. He finds them dead. The police are brought in to solve, what is discovered to be, professional killings. But the more the local police delve into the murders of the two climbers, the stronger the connection to the outdoor centre. When two more bodies are located, the Security Services become involved, leaving the police side-lined, wondering what links John to the two dead climbers, and the two men found dead, at separate addresses, in Liverpool.

 

 

GROW OLD: GROW WISE: GO GREY.


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I never thought a visit to the hairdresser would result with me with my legs in the air.  My usual hairdresser, who happens to be male, and has just changed premises, showed me around the swanky new place where I could, not only get my hair styled, but could have everything from a Brazilian to an eyebrow tint.  My first thought was, this is going to cost me more than an arm and a leg: it was pricey before, but now?

He then walked me into a small room where there was this big – what looked like – an armchair. He asked me to sit on it, but not to worry if my legs went up in the air. I immediately said to him, quietly, ‘It wouldn’t be the first time, but at my age, it just might be the last.’ He laughed heartily then explained what the chair did.

The chair not only tipped me back to make me more comfortable for having my hair washed and my scalp massaged, it virtually laid me flat. It was a very comfortable position until he said, ‘It can also massage your back if you wish.’ I thought, I’m paying enough for a trim and blow-dry, so, in for a penny, in for a pound, and I agreed to try it out.

All the time I lay there his young apprentice washed, conditioned then massaged my scalp, while a very gentle massage ran from the back of my knees, up to my shoulders. It felt like having someone’s hands running up and down my back with my clothes still on. Well, I nearly fell asleep, and when the young apprentice said, ‘Would you like to follow me,’ I couldn’t get up from the chair even after he lowered the foot.

I did manage to walk the few yards to my where my hairdresser, or consultant stylist as he likes to be called, trimmed my hair to make me look like a Hollywood film star. All very nice, until I stepped outside where the wind was gusting, and the rain sheeting down. It blew away the style along with my umbrella, which almost flew away along the boulevard.

Oh, well, at least I got a head and back massage, along with a cup of proper coffee made in a cafetierre: and it was brought to me on a tray with a china up and saucer: oh, and one of those little biscuits you can pop into your mouth whole.

I just wonder what delights will greet me the next time I go to the hairdressers, but dread to think what might happen if I asked for a Brazilian.

NB: Tooth now back where it should be, in my mouth, not on my dressing table, and, no, I do not colour my hair, it is naturally white – or platinum as they call it – a colour some young women pay to have.

And, only one more proof-read before publishing OPERATION MAINSPRING. Yippee, will be glad when it’s done, and I can start on something new. Have three ‘pots’ on the go, but cannot make up my mind which pot to delve into.

READ ALL ABOUT IT – NEW NOVEL OUT SOON.

Op-Main Book coverGot the book cover back yesterday from my designer. I love it. I think it’s one of the best yet. But this book has taken the longest time to write because of family illnesses, along with a bereavement, and I thought I would never finish it. I have though, and I’m now giving it its final proofing before sending it off for publishing.

I trust you all had a good Christmas. I on the other hand had a not-so-good Xmas. Hubby became ill again, then my son went down with an infection on Xmas day and me – I put my back out two days before Xmas so I spent my time hobbling around the house with a lop-sided walk, not dissimilar to the Hunchback of Notre Dame. All three of us are now well, and back at work.

But as I sat eating a bit of fruit cake yesterday, I found something in it, apart from fruit and nuts. As I picked the offending article from my mouth I noticed it was a tooth and became quite shocked at the thought of it being someone’s else’s tooth, until I found it was one of my own. I have to ring the dentist this morning, again, but I’m not happy. It’s the second time one of my front teeth has dropped out in the past year, and the amount you pay for dental work you need either a mortgage or a bank loan to pay for it.

2015 did go out on a high for me, though, as far as writing goes. All five of my books have been selling very well for the past three months, and as I looked at the ratings on New Year’s day I saw two of them were in the top 50 of the German Genre. But what satisfies me most, is that readers have taken to reading all my work, and are seemingly seeking me out by author name.

A short blog, I know, but have to love you, and leave you, as I have to ring the dentist, it’s almost 9 am.