The English title is The Thief of St Martins, and in German it will likely be called Der Diebstahl von St Martins. It’s due out in a little over four weeks, (taking slow, calming breaths…) and I just want to have one last look through to make sure all the characters have the right names, and that there aren’t any missing chapters, or you know, stuff like that, the sort of thing that can get easily overlooked in the excitement of the moment.Īnd while I’m away, the wonderful Stef is making a start on the translation into German of book 5 of the Dottie books. What, you cry!!! Yes, it’s true, I am taking with me the manuscript of A Meeting With Murder: Miss Gascoigne mysteries book 1 to do last minute checks and faffing. I really don’t think I’ll have time to read all three–there is a country house to visit, and a preserved railway, (sadly not in steam at the moment) and of course I am taking work with me. I’m also taking Jeanne M Dams’ Smile And Be A Villain (love a Shakespeare quote…), and Merryn Allingham’s The Bookshop Murder. I have Agatha Christie’s Destination Unknown, for some reason she didn’t write a mystery novel called Destination Cromer. I’m hoping to have a lazy time, just sitting about and reading.
As an asthma sufferer, I also enjoy going to the coast for my health, so I’m hoping to be able to breathe freely in the good sea air. I have been told it’s great, so I’m very excited. So maybe that’s why a) I love the sea, and b) I hate eating fish.īut we are not going South, we are travelling East, and going to Cromer for the first time. Oh yes, and at Hastings I spent time on the beach and often saw the fishermen bringing in their catch, huge fish in massive buckets, flipping up and down as they gasped for air–this made a huge impression on me and I so much wanted to grab them all and release them back into the sea. Now there is an abbey to commemorate the battle and the town has grown up around it, famed for–what else–gunpowder production… and the town is called, not very surprisingly, Battle… Ahem, what was I saying?) Though the Battle of Hastings took place not at Hastings itself, but just inland from there. On the other hand, before my mum met my stepdad, we lived near Hastings on the East Sussex coast of Britain. Which is odd, because my stepfather had a fish and chip shop. My hubby loves fish, I detest it–I hate the smell, I hate the taste, I hate the feel, I just hate it…the thought of eating fish makes me feel really poorly. Yes, it’s that time again – we’re off to the seaside for a week’s lounging about and eating whatever we fancy so long as it’s chips or ice cream. I’m puzzling over some of the logistics the crime(s) require, but that’s something I need to really think over. The word count stayed pretty much the same. I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I’ve already made a start on revising Rose Petals. Now that my WIP is no longer IP, I feel as though I’ve misplaced my glasses or left the tap running., you know? Like half of my attention is elsewhere.
Not the books’ fault, I’m feeling like that about everything at the moment. I bought more tomato paste, only to discover I already had a new tube… I thought about wiping the skirting boards down, but I decided to save that job for when I need more excitement in my life. I threw away that old half-bag of flour that was best before something beginning with a 1 and a 9. It doesn’t look any better, but I know I did it. And the recycling! I swept the utility room. I flicked a duster round in the sitting-room. A Meeting With Murder came out on the 7th, and now, what on earth do I do until I start revising Rose Petals and White Lace? In a way, it’s easier to just start another book. And there are so many things to cram into that small window of opportunity, I don’t know where to start. In the small gap between one ending of one book and the beginning of another is the writer’s down-time.
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