New Title, New Cover, Same Tale.

First there was A Time For Silence, my domestic noir novel set in the present day and in the North Pembrokeshire of the 1930s and 40s. Who killed John Owen and why was no one caught? A moody blue cover with a photo of a cottage very near me. Then there was The Covenant, anContinue reading “New Title, New Cover, Same Tale.”

The Publishing Road Less Travelled

Or less traveled, if you’re American. Writers in their yellow wood of composition come to their own diverging roads at last, and have to decide which path to send their completed book down – the conventional route via agent and publisher, or the other, self-publishing. Is the latter still the one less travelled? Possibly not,Continue reading “The Publishing Road Less Travelled”

What’s in a Genre?

When I first moved from seriously obsessive scribbling to trying to get someone else to appreciate what I’d written, the first question confronting me was ‘what genre do I write in?’ People want to know. At least publishers want to know, and agents and librarians and book shop owners, not to mention readers. This canContinue reading “What’s in a Genre?”

History: getting it right

and another old post finds a new home. Yesterday is history. It’s the past. I am informed that for a novel to qualify as “historical,” the past has to be at least 60 years ago. So my first novel, A Time For Silence definitely falls into that category, as it begins in 1933, but myContinue reading “History: getting it right”