Wednesday, 17 April 2013
If you're a writer, then I hope your current project is going well and that your work is selling. If you're a reader, then I hope you've got your nose buried in some good stuff. Maybe you could let me know about it. Currently, I'm reading Justin Cronin's The Passage, and yes, I'm a bit of a latecomer there, which is rather typical of me - I get around to reading the more well-known books later than most people. Same for TV shows. I'm watching Wallander at the moment, the Swedish Detective series, and I'm on series one! I think it was made in 2007. Nothing like being in the vanguard, eh?
Anyway, back to The Passage, which is excellent. One of those books I'm having a helluva job putting down, and the prose is very Steinbeck in places ( but maybe that's just me ), which is no bad thing. But I'm rather gutted that Wolgast's days seem to be numbered. I hope I'm wrong. He's a character I can't help but like. Still, I'm sure I'll find out how it all turns out for him soon enough.
I'm currently working on three novels, all of which are in different stages. The first draft of one is finished, and I want to leave it there for the time being because I feel it needs something more at the end. It's written in second-person, but I've got ideas for ending it in first-person, seen from the main character's point of view.
The second is provisionally titled Batten 20, which is a road referenced in Flowers From A Different Summer. It's about a boy, his father, and the life they had together back in the early-eighties. It's a violent story, but it's also the story of a boy's unstinting love for his father, who, to be fair, is nothing but decent and loving to the boy. I've also dumped my passion for rare soul music in the book. Gray Brazier, the boy's father, loves his soul music. David Ruffin, Willie Hutch, Lamont Dozier, Leon Ware - all Gray Brazier's gods ( mine, too ). There's a lovely green Jaguar MKII in the story, complete with chromed spoked wheels, a walnut dash, and a plush leather interior. There's a beach, too, with dunes, a warm breeze, and that fine, golden sand you can sink your toes in. Just off Batten 20, there's a cafe built of timber boards which are paint-peeled, and the striped awning is faded. A beautiful Spanish woman named Sophie Hierro works in there. I think she should not have taken a shine to a certain man...
The third novel is one I think I've mentioned before. It's about a train station set some 50 years ago. It's a complicated story. I first wrote it, and finished it, back in the mid-nineties. I tore it up, all 500 pages of it, because although I loved the story - and still do - I felt I hadn't done it justice. A bit of a drama-queen moment there, I think. Anyhow, a few years later, I searched around for the floppy discs I'd saved the story to, but I couldn't find them, and that particular computer I had back then had long since bitten the dust. So that was that, the story was lost. Christ, I wish I hadn't torn the thing up. I regret it awfully. But now I'm writing it afresh, and as it goes along, I'm loving every minute of working on it.
I've no idea when these 3 novels will be published. But I'd like to thank everyone who has downloaded the books which are out there at the moment. Thank you for your support. And do leave a comment, if you can. Or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Me? I'm off to the dentist. Great!