Thirty years ago, I started writing a novel about a police detective. One hour and two pages later, I stopped, having realised that it was utter rubbish and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. On October 31st 2018, I started again. This time I had a glimmer of an idea: What would happen if a man accidentally sent a suspicious text message to his wife instead of his lover? To my surprise, once I'd completed the opening chapter, I kept going. I explored other events that could go wrong in the relationships of my hapless main character. I wondered why he was cheating on his wife. What were his motivations and his justifications? What was going on in his head? I was shocked when things took a very dark turn. In April 2019, I completed it – my first piece of creative writing for thirty-eight years. And I didn't hate it. So, I wrote a sequel ... with a challenge: could I write a follow-on novel that was entirely dialogue? Just two characters having a conversation on a plane. Yes. By this point I was thoroughly enjoying myself. For book three in the series, I thought I'd have a crack at third person. This one was the most fun to write, although it was very tongue-in-cheek. So, the series continues. I'm intrigued to see what will happen to the characters. I hope you are too.
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