The original plan was to write monthly. Not for any reason in particular, other than try and keep up some momentum and to not drown the occasional reader of the posts with a barrage. Technically, I'll have posted in November and in December, although there are over seven weeks between the posts.
It's New Year's Eve. We are four hours short of 2025. The wind is blowing a gale outside. Inside, the house is ill. The lights are deliberately dim. 'Cake' by the Trash Can Sinatras is on the turntable, and I am armed with a cup of coffee. The prospects of a later bottle of 'Winter Warmer' ale are high, and there is a Hotel Chocolat Mince Pie Hot Chocolate sachet eyeing me up in addition.
Today I finished editing a story entitled 'This Is Not The End'. Cryptically, it's the third in a series of books advertised as a trilogy. It features Wilf, hero of 'The Broken Bottle' and 2024's 'How Green Are Your Eyes'. I suspect there may be more of Wilf to come, though.
If there is, it will have to wait in line behind a book of short stories, a story about a man who is supposed to be dead but isn't, a story about a tiny record label on a tiny island in the middle of the English Channel, and a story about a young couple's life in North Shields. Some of these may or may not see light of day. Let's see ...
Thank you for reading this, and if you have read my books too, then thank you. It's always lovely to hear how people have fared with my writings, so feel free to leave reviews on GoodReads or wherever you have bought the books from.
I hope 2025 brings you only good things x
