In words, from one of the songs by the best group ever – in my opinion – The Beatles, let me say,
Dear Sir or Madam
Will you read my book
It took me years to write it
Won’t you take a look?
My novel, my first love, Mulligan’s Reach, is now available to purchase in paperback. My copy arrived yesterday and it was a really weird feeling. To flick through a book and actually see your words springing up at you is unreal. As you flick, sentences escape from the pages and log into your brain and you are taken back into the book and have little choice but to dwell a while. For quite some time I was back on the island of Mulligan’s Reach. I walked along the shoreline, felt the hot white sand between my toes. Caught the smell of the sea as it gently lapped against the beach.
I saw Kane Mitchell riding his horse towards me, sitting tall in the saddle. As he passed I caught the smell of leather and horse and man. I heard the creaking of the saddle and the steady drumming of the horse’s hooves as they contacted the wet sand. I turned to watch him go – and again I fell in love with him. My hero. Ahh.
But, as all good things come to an end, so did my flicking. I patted the cover and placed it on the table.
Later in the day Chea found it the ideal place to sit and perform her bottom cleaning operations. I tried not to see this as a sign!
I have never managed to get Mulligan’s Reach out of my system. The characters wrote themselves and danced to their own tunes. When I wrote ‘The End’ I cried.
I am in the process of writing another novel, The Sleeping Field. I have 23,000 words treading water. They have been attempting to keep their heads above the swell for a couple of weeks now and I seem unable to rescue them. I honestly do not know which bank to head for. Sometimes I think that I should just leave them there to gently take in water and sink into the mire?
A reviewer has suggested that I write a sequel to Mulligan. I immediately evicted that thought from my head, before it could attach to my brain and do serious damage. But, I must have left the tiniest sliver of possibility in there because the idea is growing stronger and stronger by the day – by the hour almost.
And who could blame me if I did seriously consider it? Mulligan’s Reach is an amazingly beautiful place with quirky, interesting people, mad horses and weather to die for. The alternative? Well, the alternative isn’t exactly horrendous but it comes a very poor second.
I am off to see Archna, my chiro lady, at midday. She is possibly my biggest fan so I just know that she will be needing a paperback copy, even though she has read it in Ebook form. So I shall just wipe off the er … slight smearing of … er … whatever it is that Chea left behind and take it with me to show her.
I make no apologies for my self-centred ramblings today because I am just a tiny bit excited. I have my cake. If people buy my book – that will be the icing on my cake. And if people buy my book and actually like it – that will be the cherry on my cake.