Dressing gown and slippers

No, this isn’t an opening scene from one of my favourite writers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Though I’ve always had a hankering for a Sherlock Holmes-style smoking jacket, calabash pipe and deerstalker. What do you think? Okay…maybe not – I don’t smoke, nor do I stalk deer (unless it’s with a camera).

Back to today. I really am sitting here in my dressing gown and slippers, despite feeling totally unwell. [sniff, cough] I’m sitting here because there’s only…

Five, Cinq, Fünf, Cinque, Cinco…

…yes just 5 DAYS TO GO until Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space will be available.

The last few weeks of frantic work learning about self-publishing, using the KDP software, and tweaking the cover and manuscript until it all fit together perfectly, was worth it.

My next worry, believe it or not, is my signature. If medical qualifications were based on how illegible your signature was, I’d be a Consultant Surgeon. Before you consider me pretentious, friends and family have asked me to sign their copies. Flattered by this, I agreed without hesitation.

Gosh, I’ve just thought of something else – what else would I write – besides my signature??? I guess I’ll cross that bridge next. Meanwhile, back to my signature.

I have a pad close by and later, armed with my favourite pen and a toasted Hot-Cross-Bun, I’ll practice. It mustn’t be too plain, nor too flamboyant. Maybe I could get Amanda to do it for me – her handwriting is amazing – no, I couldn’t. Why has my handwriting become so bad? It was rubbish when I left school and worsened at college. Then, working in IT for nearly 30 years, I swapped my biro for a keyboard, so used a pen less and less. I guess James Bond has this very same problem: he’s not able to use his biro unless he wants to shoot someone or blow something up. Yep, 007 must have rubbish handwriting too.

Anyway, having established 007 is much like me, if you have any ideas about how to fix my handwriting in 5 days or less or just want to get in touch, please use my contact form.

My first book

Annika Dash bounds into action in my first book, a children’s story, written for my little niece.

Those who know me would tell you I was happily writing about spaceships, lasers, and aliens from outer space. I had no serious aspirations about publishing my work, as I was content saving the universe from the comfort of my study in rural Lincolnshire. I felt nothing was more satisfying than giving those nasty little green, bug-eyed creatures a darn good thrashing – single-handed!

Then, a chance meeting – a family meal – revealed my niece had taken an interest in my writing, and asked if my stories were about unicorns. What could I say? The rest, as they say, is history

The paperback is due to be released at Easter 2024, with the Kindle edition following later in the year.

The illustrations are by Aisha Haider, a brilliant artist and illustrator.

Here’s some information for you. It’s taken from the Amazon page, which will be revealed nearer the publishing date.

From the back…

Last Train to London…

That’s what’s playing on my Spotify. And this is probably the last post of 2023. Some of the eagle-eyed amongst you may have spotted that this is also the first and only post of 2023. I (may) get back to that later, but there was a reason it was playing.

I had just listened to the previous track on ELO’s Discovery album – The Diary of Horace Wimp. Why? Well, Horace is one of the villains in my latest story and one of my lovely beta readers hadn’t heard of the name before. She also struggled with its pronunciation. Of course, I wanted to show that Horace is an actual name and not something I had just dreamt up. And, after a few days of head-scratching, I remembered this song.

Want to know more about Horace? Well, I’ll say more in the new year. Until then, have a very merry Christmas and happy new year.