Suffolk’s newest Crime Festival – Stowmarket Library 27 – 30 April 2018
I painted the kitchen this weekend – well seven eighths of it to be exact. My task was rudely interrupted by the failure of my footstool to stay intact. After twenty year’s loyal service, it split in two while I was cutting in around the carefully masked cooker hood. I shattered my wrist while the ceiling received a liberal stroke of ‘white with a hint of bamboo’ as I fell. On reflection, I came off worst.
Determined to make the best of it, I compiled a list of pro’s and con’s. For every downside, there must be a balancing upside.
|I can’t type. What’s the point of a one handed touch typist?||Woman up. You can type one handed. Lucky you not to have broken your right hand.|
|Much worse, I can’t go to the gym||Walk the dog then. And while you’re about it, consider the deficiencies in your latest plot line.|
|I’ll get fat!||Good point. No chocolate or biscuits for you until the cast’s off. Make that dog walk a mile longer.|
|But my wrist’s smashed up. I might need an operation.||Then you can use that experience in your writing. No event is ever wasted!|
|Fine – but I’ll have to go into hospital (inconvenient) and the cast will be on even longer (not known for my patience).||Refer back to the previous answer.|
|Whatever. But I can’t drive for six to eight weeks? That’s a threat to my monthly book club and the new ALLI writer’s meet I hoped to join.||Big deal. Suddenly too good to ride the bus, are we?|
|It hurts.||I’ll give you that one. No pain without gain, they say.|
|On the plus side, I’ll have more time for reading, writing and research if I’ve got nothing better to do.||Now you’re talking. You’ve got a ‘Writing’ magazine upstairs with the plastic wrapper on. Time must be at a premium.|
And so the internal dialogue rumbles on. Yes, it’s a nuisance, but sometimes when you are trying to squeeze too much in, life takes control and bites back. I’ll have less time for the physical things. DIY must take a backseat and I don’t suppose I’ll swing a kettlebell for a while – but it’s given me an unexpected six weeks to catch up with a spot of reading and time to research my new murder mystery. A wrist with a twist, you might say.
Two years ago, on a rare week off in the summer holidays my son Alex & I were walking the dog across a local common. We passed our time imagining a world full of little people and hares, warmongering dwarves and impossibly vain moth men. Before we knew it, Calorean became lodged in our minds and wouldn’t let go. Then Alex asked if we could write a book about it and in a moment of ill-considered indulgence, I agreed. I signed up to a writing course with The Writing Magazine, wrote the first three chapters and after some very pleasing feedback from my tutor, mentally committed to completing the book.
Three months on and I began to flag. Writing a whole book was an enormous task & with two demanding day jobs, finding time to write seemed somewhat self-indulgent. But Na-No-Wri-Mo came round just at the right time & with the discipline of a daily word goal, all 67,000 words of Beau Garnie & The Invisimin Mine were finally completed. After a year of editing I thought my pledge to Alex was fulfilled; but writing the book wasn’t enough. He wanted it published too. So thanks to David and the team at PublishNation BG&TIM was born in paperback & kindle this week.
You can read more about Beau, Skyle and all their friends as they travel through Calorean on their loyal hares by visiting Amazon Kindle or Lulu (see links in shop menu).