Deal, Sandwich and East Kent

I had hoped, that with a new bookshop opening three miles away from home (The Deal Bookshop – A Waterstones ‘light’) I would get a chance to do a signing. Sometimes it’s not the best way to spend a couple of hours – standing/sitting being studiously ignored by most of the people who come into a shop and being very conscious of taking up valuable space in often very small shops – but sometimes it can be very rewarding talking to people who have read one or more of my books and, having enjoyed them, are looking forward to the new one.
However. Last week I had to have an operation on my hand, my right hand – and I am right-handed. With hand heavily bandaged I will be unable to do anything other than scribble something illegible for some time so a signing is, for the time being, out of the question.
But if you happen to be in Deal pop into the bookshop and buy a copy!

East Kent features in the book (if only for the one night Jenna Freece spends in Sandwich on her way to Spain) just as some part of Kent features in most of my books one way or another. Wingham and Canterbury crop up quite a lot in Second Strand and most of Highly Unsuitable Girl is set around the Sevenoaks area.
As I plot the next adventure for Skye and Fergal I am sure Deal, Sandwich, Woodnesborough, Wingham and Eastry will have feature – maybe even Hammill which is where I lived when I started to write my first book The Last Dance.

Deadlines

July 1 had been my self-imposed deadline to send the pretty-much-final-draft of Hostage to Fortune to an old friend to read through and comment on. I’m afraid I missed it.
I began the third re-read/re-write run through on June 11 planning to do at least a chapter a day but it hasn’t quite worked out like that.
At first I made some progress but I was nowhere near meeting my schedule and of the 24 days since I began I have managed to concentrate on Hostage to Fortune for only ten – and then only for a couple of hours in any one day. In that period I reached only page 72 (of 299) in Chapter 7 of (currently) 34.
My reason (excuse?) is that my husband and I have, yet again, been moving house.
In the fifteen years since I first decided to try to write seriously for publication we have moved six times and at least one book has seen the light of day in each house: Woodnesborough, Kent (The Last Dance); Tenbury Wells, Worcestershire (Walking Alone); Ludlow, central Shropshire (Runaways); Maesbrook, north Shropshire (Highly Unsuitable Girl); Yarmouth, Isle of Wight (A Set of Lies and Her Parents’ Daughter); Dartmouth, Devon (Second Strand) and now Worth, Kent less than three miles from where we left just over ten years ago, where Hostage to Fortune – and others – will see the light of day.
But now the packing and unpacking has been done (we ought to be good at it by now) and we are settled Hostage to Fortune will return to the top of my to-do list and be the focus of my attention once again.
My new deadline is to get Hostage to Fortune to Jane by the end of this month and I WILL make it.
If the weather is hot I’ll just have to start early. If the cricket is enthralling I’ll just have to listen to TMS on the radio rather than watch the TV. If the garden needs attention then it will just have to wait.
I will finish this by the end of the month.
Really.
I will.