I’ve been a bit quiet on here for a good reason.
I’m busy writing the next book in the Jane Birchfield series.
It’s going quite well, and I’ve decided to edit as I go – ignoring the usual advice to just bash the book out and rewrite/edit later!
Anyway, by way of a taster, here’s the (current!) opening bit…
Christine Wheatley flinched as the front door clicked shut. Seconds later she heard the squeak of the gate. Soon Jeff would be at the bus stop and she wouldn’t see him again till six.
She peeped through the net curtains.
It was still so fresh in her mind. it almost hurt.
A quick trip to town for bread and milk, that’s all it was. Couldn’t have taken more than an hour, even with the bus running late. When she got home, she remembered staring at the smashed front room window; and the tears at the mess inside.
The book is shaping up to be a quite twisty plot and there are a few new characters to get used to, but I’m getting there.
I hope you enjoy it.
If I ever finish it… x