I’ve been reading a lot of crime fiction lately. For me, one author stands out: Ian Rankin. His Inspector Rebus novels, set in Edinburgh, are taut and atmospheric. His writing style has often been emulated but rarely matched. Why?
I’d like to explore Rankin’s style with examples from his second Rebus novel, Hide and Seek, published in 1991. I won’t talk about the plot here, but mainly writing technique and style. Continue reading
The first day of 2018 will be marked by a full moon, but not just any full moon. It’s a supermoon, meaning that the moon will be at its closest to the Earth, and will appear larger and brighter than normal. It’s also a wolf moon, the name given to the first moon in January.
Coincidentally, the day of the supermoon also marks the publication of my new werewolf novel, Wolf Blood (available from Amazon). Continue reading
I’ve never thought of myself as a confident person. Yet sometimes people ask me where I get my confidence from, so I must be projecting the illusion of confidence at some level.
I don’t feel confident right now. I feel vulnerable. Continue reading
I’m about to publish the first book in my werewolf apocalypse series.
I used 99designs to find a designer, and more than 50 designers submitted book cover designs!
Please help me choose a cover design by voting for your favourite from the 8 final designs.
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The world my children inhabit looks superficially like the world I grew up in during the 1970s. The house they live in, the clothes they wear and the food they eat – none of these would be very strange to the kids of a generation ago (although even here there are notable differences.) But the way they spend their time is completely different to anything I dreamed of doing.
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I started reading George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire reluctantly. My expectations were low. The book didn’t start well, with a confusing jumble of voices, and an omniscient point of view that added to the sense of dislocation. But by the end of the first chapter, Martin’s hook had caught me. It wasn’t the action that drew me in, although the first chapter does contain a dramatic sword fight. It wasn’t the characters, who were not particularly well drawn, nor long lived. It was the prose. The words were magical, delicate, full of mystery and power. They conveyed much more than the literal flow of events.
I tried multitasking. Really, I did. I focused my full attention on it, to the exclusion of all other things. Yet even that couldn’t make it work. Continue reading