The last couple of months have been pretty hectic for me, which has meant that I've gotten next to no writing done - and as a result, no updates on here either. For anybody curious as to what's kept me so occupied, I'm on the National Executive Committee of the PCS Union. We recently ran… Continue reading It’s been a while!
As of today (30 March), From the Hill of Megiddo is available to buy as an Ebook as well as in paperback form. So I figured it was as good an opportunity as any to offer up a list of all the places you can buy it.
In the warmth of the crematorium, Myles could feel the sweat pooling under his armpits. He knew that there would be visible stains there and so kept his arms tight at his sides. In the moments of silence that the service offered, he became conscious of his breathing. He held his breath to avoid breathing too loudly, only to then realise how odd a long exhale would appear and having to release it in shallow breaths. The priest’s words reached his ears, but he never took them in. He put his hands together when needed, stood and sat on cue, but his thoughts kept wandering. Would as many people turn out for his funeral? What would they say about him? It was a pity that he wouldn’t be able to write his own eulogy. He wouldn’t want this kind of service anyway, with everyone just looking at his coffin and being sad. The prayers went on too long as well, as though they were dragging it out just to throw a bit of faith at the non-believers.
Exciting times! My debut novel, From the Hill of Megiddo, is coming out soon. The paperback will be available in the next 3-5 days, and you can pre-order the eBook ahead of its release on 30 March. Yesterday, my proof copy arrived and after showing it off excitedly and staring at it with admiration I was able to sign it off with CreateSpace. That means it will be listed on Amazon in the next 3-5 days and from there you'll be able to buy it straight away.
When Hazel Loman reached her front gate, she stopped and pulled the bobble out of her hair. She still felt tired and couldn’t get the smells of meat and dairy out of her nose, but just being able to shake her wavy, strawberry blonde hair loose made her feel that bit better. When she put the key in her front door and turned, the door was pulled open from inside. She yelped, before clamping a hand over her mouth. “Hazel.” Her father stood at the door, chuckling. “Sorry if I startled you.” She felt her cheeks burning as she stepped inside. “Hi dad. Yeah, no worries.” “How was work?” “It was work.” She said with a shrug.