When I was in financial services I had a small voice that constantly whispered in my ear. ‘Let me out,’ it said. ‘You want to be a writer.’ The small voice hammered away remorselessly until, finally, I gave in.
Once I started working as a freelance copywriter the small voice changed its tune. ‘Let me out,’ it said. ‘You want to write a novel.’
‘No time,’ I said. ‘Clients, deadlines. Yes, I think I could write one – but I know I couldn’t plot one.’
Then, in March 2020, lockdown struck. Suddenly I ran out of excuses.
I immediately lost two of my copywriting clients. I was working from home, so no 30 or 40 minutes travelling backwards and forwards. Suddenly, I did have the time. I started to write ‘Salt in the Wounds’ in March: I published it in September, six months later.
If you’d like to read it, the book is free to download on your Kindle from December 20th to 24th.
The book was, in many ways, born out of a question I used to ask myself at three in the morning. When our daughter was 14/15 and going through her (very) rebellious phase I’d lie awake and think, ‘How the hell will I cope with her if anything happens to my wife…’
That’s how Salt in the Wounds starts. Michael Brady’s wife has been killed in a hit and run. He’s driving across the North York Moors with this daughter, determined to rebuild his life in Whitby, the town where he grew up. He’s on a year’s sabbatical from the police and he’s no intention of going back. Then his best friend is murdered…
My original idea was that there’d be half a dozen Brady books. One for each year until his daughter went to university and Brady wandered off into the sunset. But the books have been well-received…
“A cop that is fast becoming the Yorkshire Rebus.”
…I enjoy writing them and I’m awash with ideas. Now I suspect there’ll be at least ten full-length books, plus sundry novellas and the strong possibility that one or two of the minor characters will spin-off into series of their own.