Unlawful Things: out now

Unlawful Things 3D coverI’m delighted to say my first novel, Unlawful Things, is on sale now. Initial reviews and reader reactions have been all that I could have wished for.

The novel tells the story of the hunt for a missing final play by Elizabethan playwright Christopher Marlowe. Walking tour guide Helen Oddfellow soon discovers there is a price to pay for uncovering secrets from the past. Like Marlowe’s most famous creation, Doctor Faustus, Helen has to ask herself how high a price she will pay for knowledge of unlawful things…

How Dan Brown's books should have been


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Ready to launch (almost)

Unlawful Things 3D cover.pngThose of you who’ve been with this blog for a long time (since the heady days of 2008, when I rented a wee flat in Bloomsbury and set out my stall as a Literary Lady) will know I’ve been writing a novel for a Very Long Time.

It’s been a long and winding road, but I’m delighted to say that Unlawful Things will be published in Autumn 2018. To that end, I have a brand new author website, and a newsletter, to keep you up to date with what’s happening with the launch.

I probably won’t be posting on this blog for a while (unless something comes up that I just have to write about…). I’ll let you all know when you can rush over to buy the novel, but until then, so long, farewell, and thanks for all the support.


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The Heat is Grate and growing Grater…


My 1986 edition, with Julie Christie (from the film) on the cover

Outside, the sky has changed from a relentless Madonna-blue to uneasy, mauve-bruised clouds. It’s stupid hot, impossible hot, the sort of hot that robs you of the will to move, even to think. It’s too hot to stay inside; too hot to go out. I walk from room to room, hoping to find somewhere a shade cooler.

I open the front door, look hopefully at the clouds. Rain, I beg them. Please, go on. Rain. Rain rain rain.

There’s a great tradition of heatwave literature. One of the best, LP Hartley’s The Go Between, uses the growing heat of a long Edwardian summer to chart the intensity of a forbidden love affair. Innocent schoolboy Leo unknowingly acts as messenger between his aristocratic school-friend’s older sister and the sexy farmer she’s carrying on with behind her war hero fiancé’s back.

Every day, Leo goes to check the thermometer, as excited as today’s newspapers about the possibility of broken records, the mercury rising higher than ever before: “The thermometer stood at ninety.  It might still go up. Passionately I willed it to…” Marian, the friend’s sister, realises how uncomfortable he is in his Norfolk jacket and buys him a new, lightweight suit. Delighted, he felt “I had been given the freedom of the heat,” although when it all gets too much, he writes to his mother that: “the Heat is Grate and growing Grater;” his spelling deteriorating with the weather.

But even the longest, hottest summers come to an end. When the explosive ending comes, with Marian’s affair and Leo’s part in it painfully revealed, it is of course during a thunderstorm, “the indescribable smell of rain filling the air,” lightning “darting ice-blue from black clouds.”

How I’ve longed for that indescribable smell in the last week! And now, finally, the air is rich with petrichor, thunder rumbles overhead, lightning flashes and the rain comes down. Yes, I did run outside like a mad thing, letting the rain soak into my hair, my thin cotton clothes.

If I was to write a novel set in the heatwave of 2018, today would have to be the day it reached its climax, the day all the narrative threads collided and the suspended reality of enervating heat broke with a sudden shower of blessed rain.

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London Book Fair: the view from Author HQ

20180410_123947I’ve had one thing drummed into me by publishing friends: book fairs are not for authors. They’re for publishers and agents, the ones with the cheque-books, to do the grown-up bit about contracts and deals, rights and publicity. Authors, with their dreams and stories, just get in the way.

Well, I have news for them. I spent two days at London Book Fair, met loads of fellow-authors and had an absolute blast. The book fair had an “Author HQ” where they tucked us away with a brilliant programme of seminars, talks and networking events. Organisations for authors, from the august Society of Authors to the engaging Alliance of Independent Authors, had stands, alongside those keen to offer us “author services.”

The talks I attended were excellent and I learned a heap about successful self-publishing, trends in book-selling and buying, audio-book production and marketing. I also discovered how friendly, encouraging and helpful most authors are – just about everyone I approached was happy to chat and to share their ideas and experience. They say authors are introverts, but put us all in one room with a glass of wine in our hands, and it’s hard to stop us talking.


Indie author rock stars Joseph Alexander, Mark Dawson and LJ Ross

In that spirit, here are the top things I learned at London Book Fair:

  • It is possible to make a living as a self-published independent author, if you write enough books, market them well and engage with your audience. If your plan is to write one literary masterpiece and retire to your ivory tower, it’s probably not for you.
  • Yes, audio books are the fastest-growing sector of the book trade at the moment. But they still represent only 4% of book sales, and they are expensive to do properly. I’ll be focusing on reaching the other 96% for the time being.
  • There’s not just one way to market a book. Although pretty much everyone I spoke to said you need a good email list to drive readership, sales and reviews. That’s high on my (ever-expanding) list of things to do.
  • Around a quarter of book sales are now e-books, and that figure has stabilised over the last few years. Sales of e-readers may be down, but that’s because people read on tablets or phones rather than dedicated e-readers. Did you know that 22% of e-book downloads in 2017 were of books by self-published authors? Me neither.
  • One thing is true – London Book Fair is probably not the place to go if you want to nab an agent or publisher. They’re all meeting each other in the big zones downstairs, fuelling their ridiculous schedules with caffeine and brownies. I’m glad I didn’t go with that aim – it would have been dispiriting and counterproductive.

How else to get the most out of the fair? I enjoyed listening in to some great interviews, notably Kit de Waal being interviewed about her new novel The Trick to Time, which sounds rather wonderful, and to children’s laureate and illustrator Lauren Child begging for children to be allowed to simply draw for fun. I downloaded the app before the show and ear-marked everything I wanted to see, which helped me organise my time better.

I also came back with a nice haul of free tote bags, magazines, pens and bookmarks! As a seasoned journalist who’s attended many vast medical conferences, I knew to take a sandwich lunch rather than rely on the over-priced and average food on offer at the catering outlets, and to ensure my footwear was up to a full day’s walking from one end of the exhibition to another (although I was rather astonished to see I’d clocked up 17,000 steps by the end of Wednesday).

Is London Book Fair a place for authors? I think it is, so long as you approach it in a spirit of  discovery and enthusiasm, rather than as a way for others to discover you. As a one-stop shop to find out all you can about the vast publishing industry, it’s unbeatable.

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In the deep midwinter

It doesn’t feel like winter really gets going until the end of January. December is too jolly, and often too warm. It’s the last week in January that I start to feel winter seeping into my soul.

By February, we’ve had three months of getting up before dawn and heading home after dark. At our rickety office, we huddle around the convector heater, drink tea and eat biscuits to keep warm. This morning, as I gazed out of the window hoping for some kind of inspiration from the same old view of a leafless tree and a street lamp, snow started its soft fall, a teasing flurry that drifted away like a dream.

20171210_093625.jpgI have three survival strategies for winter: books, food and friends. Christmas brought a windfall of the first of these, books to curl up with, food to lay down hibernation layers. I supplemented Ali Smith’s wonderfully strange novel Winter, with Nigel Slater’s The Christmas Chronicles – a beguiling melting pot of recipes for the coldest days, traditions, folklore and musings. I also devoured Edd Kimber’s Patisserie Made Simple, dreaming of a day when I could whip up the lightest of French fancies at the drop of an egg. True to form, the first thing I made from Patisserie Made Simple was a short story about lemon tart.

Life outdoors doesn’t stop, however. I took a glorious walk along the Chelsea Embankment one coldly sunny day in January, striding out to keep warm in the icy wind. There’s even work to do in the garden, keeping down the weeds, turning the compost and planning for spring planting.

We dug a few knobbly Jerusalem artichokes from the iron-hard earth in the community garden, turning pink with effort, then walked the beds, deciding – tomatoes did well here last year, runner beans didn’t get enough sun there. We made plans, imagined healthy leafy plants, ripening fruit, untouched by slugs and blight. Last year, we planted tomato seeds on windowsills, on a snowy day in February. Almost time to make that leap of faith again. I notice my autumn-planted broad beans have sprouted – and a day later, that something has started to eat them.

Late last year, I started writing what I hoped might be a novel. Prematurely, I realise – the roots were shallow, I’d spent too little time ruminating, feeding the idea, getting to know the characters. It needs composting with research, turning in my mind, to put out feelers in the dark before it emerges, blinking, in the light of the laptop.

Some of that mulling happened over tea, cake, wine and cheese, at the Battleaxe Brigade’s winter writing retreat. This year we headed for a picturesque cottage in Sussex, with white clapboarding and a log fire. We shared work in progress, enjoyed a few writing sprints, talked until we were all talked out and laughed till our bellies hurt.

Good food (and wine), a log fire, writing and reading, and friends. If anyone has a better survival plan for proper winter, I’d like to hear it.


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