Let’s hope it’s a merry Christmas and a happy new year
I have to admit that 2018 has been a stinker of a year for me. My 87-year-old father died in July. Someone very close to me has been diagnosed with cancer and has had three operations and is now receiving radiotherapy. My book sales have been disappointing. I’m mired in debt. I’m depressed. I’ve put on a lot of weight. The future of my career looks bleak. And don’t get me started on Brexit . . .
But one of the things that has kept me going is the communication I’ve had with my readers, the reviews and emails you send me never fail to cheer me up. So thank you all for that! It really does mean a lot to me when a stranger takes the time to write and say how much they’ve enjoyed my books.
The other bright spark is that I have built a small one-bedroom cottage in the garden, which is now more-or-less complete. Well, I didn’t build it, I paid someone much more competent than me to do it – which is why I’m now so much debt. Turning the garden into a building site has massively interfered with my writing, too. But, with luck, we might soon be able to get some cash renting it out as a holiday cottage.
The other chink of light at the end of the tunnel is that in February my fantasy debut Gates of Stone will be published under the pseudonym Angus Macallan. I’ve been waiting a long time for this – I wrote it nearly two years ago – but I think it’s some of the best work I’ve ever done. You can pre-order it from Amazon here. I really hope you will enjoy it. Frankly, I just hope people will buy it in sufficient numbers so that I get commissioned to write another one. I could do with some good book sales news.
Anyway, that’s enough self pity. I really hope this Christmas is a good one, full of fun and love and that the new year is much happier than 2018. And I hope the same for all of you, my faithful readers.
To cheer us all up, here is a GIF of the cover of Gates of Stone, that my publisher created. Merry Christmas!