I've had some very encouraging reviews for Becca after its first fortnight. I'll just add a few selected sentences here.
'In turns disturbing and heartwarming, this is one you won't want to miss.' 'An intense read that tells a good story...' 'Some of the best writing I've read in ages.' 'A wonderful read, which I highly recommend.' 'A story that makes you realise that not everything is what it seems...' ' It's no secret I'm a big fan of Middleton's; her writing is practically flawless.' 'It is one of those reads you learn from and that stays with you.' 'Very tense, excellent drama. Really enjoyed,' This is what keeps us writing! On to the next book. Along with many another author, I've found the distractions of a pandemic not an easy environment for writing. Most of this book was written some time ago. In between, it's been short stories - little bursts of ideas that I didn't have to knuckle down and concentrate on. I'm hoping that when vaccinations have been fully rolled out and the restrictions on our lives somewhat eased, I'll get down to letting ideas spark off a full novel again. Becca is now published in paperback and will soon be out as an ebook.  Laura has carried her baby for almost seven months before she loses her. The tragedy prompts different responses from Laura and her husband Adam. He is willing to move on and try again but she feels somehow that their daughter, Rebecca, still exists and must not simply be replaced.
Over time, it becomes clear to Laura that Becca does still exist, and it is not long before she is sharing her most intimate thoughts with the woman she believes her daughter would have become. Laura’s marriage to Adam collapses, and when Adam remarries, Laura is consumed by regret and jealousy. And when she hears of his new wife’s pregnancy, it is more than she can bear. She and Becca are convinced she must act  Here's what it's all about
Laura has carried her baby for almost seven months before she loses her. The tragedy prompts different responses from Laura and her husband Adam. He is willing to move on and try again but she feels somehow that their daughter, Rebecca, still exists and must not simply be replaced. Over time, it becomes clear to Laura that Becca does still exist, and it is not long before Laura is sharing her most intimate thoughts with the woman she believes her daughter would have become. Laura’s marriage to Adam collapses, and when Adam remarries, Laura is consumed by regret and jealousy. And when she hears of his new wife’s pregnancy, it is more than she can bear. She and Becca are convinced she must act. Available soon in ebook and paperback.  I still seem to be involved with the short story genre, for anthologies or just to post on my favourite Facebook crime book group.
We still have colour in the garden and plenty of fruit and vegetables to harvest but it's starting to feel cold! What better excuse to stay indoors and read, and here are some of the books I've particularly enjoyed in August. All rather gruesome this time. I promise to be nicer next month. Yeah, right! Dance with the Reaper by Wes Markin. High octane police thriller and part of a series. Endless Silent Scream and Slow Slicing by Tony Forder, a recently discovered author for me and I can't get enough! Grave's End by William Shaw, another in a series that continues to get stronger. Horsey Mere by David Blake, fifth in an atmospheric Norfolk Broads series. This Side of Death by Andrew Barrett. Eddie Collins as you've never seen him before. Sixth in the series. I hope if you try any of these you enjoy them as much as I did. My recent publication, Tales from Daggy Bottom, has had some lovely comments. It's provided the light relief a lot of people have needed just lately.
"A very easy going read." "Some laugh out loud moments." Really, really loved it. More from this author, please." Comments like this really do spur you on to write more. I'm not alone, I know, in finding concentration difficult during the pandemic. I seem to be writing more short stories these days and, apart from those in Daggy, I've produced four this year, for charity anthologies of various types. I'll let you know when they're published. Meanwhile, I have a few recommendations for you. Books I've read recently and can really recommend as good reads. The Lies I Tell by Joel Hames. The story of a criminal, a scammer, you can really root for. Twists your thoughts a bit, this one. The Secret Wife by Steve Robinson. History, crime, mystery and excitement. One I really hope will see a sequel. The Skittering by David Haynes. Modern times meet classic horror. If insects didn't give you the creeps before, they will now! A great, creepy story. The Minders by John Marrs. Something for your inner conspiracy theorist that'll keep you turning the pages. Gray Genesis by Alan McDermott. Prequel, and the start of an adventure series you'll really want to read. Just to prove I don't just read war and death and crime, there's A Reluctant Hero by V K McGivney. Funny, wise, a look at the life of a middle-aged man sucked into problems not entirely of his own making. I hope you find something here to interest you. Kath xx I've found myself revising writing rather than settling to new work, which I think is a consequence of the strange times we're living through. I'm dreaming of wartime situations and being pursued and I think many people are having 'lockdown dreams' of a similar sort. Not nightmares. Not enough to wake me with a racing heart, but definitely unsettling. I have two books almost ready to go but no feeling of urgency about them. My creative instincts are finding outlet in different ways. I've been knitting pairs of hearts for hospitals and care homes whose residents are separated from loved ones by the virus - even if they themselves don't have it. One stays with the resident/patient and one is sent to the family, as a small connection in a dislocated life. I've been gardening like I used to when I had an allotment. We'll be up to our elbows in tomatoes, squashes and beans by late summer. Some of the tomatoes are those I bred myself. And I've been cooking. From the lack of flour in the shops I'm not on my own! The Greatest British Bake Off is taking place all over the country. I've been making crisps too, something we've settled down to nibble on during the Downing St briefings. Tweaking recipes, breeding and repotting plants isn't all that far from editing! And the books will follow.
Stay safe, take care and let's look forward to meeting again in person.
 First of all, I made the bear. The teddy on the front cover was one of over 100 some friends and I made for the local Fire and Rescue Service to give to children who have experienced a trauma. A good friend said there’s a story in that. I disagreed. So you give someone a bear – what next? What next indeed? I wondered who would get the bear. Why they were given it – a fire, obviously since we’d made them for the fire service. But what happened to the child later? How did it impact on her life? How did it change her? The bear was truly a story seed. As I wrote about Muriel I came to admire her. She took the bad hand that Fate had dealt her and made the very best of it, with regrets, yes, but not self-pity. I didn’t foresee the ending until much later in the process. No more details or I’ll spoil the story. I hope you read it and it makes you think.  At the age of eight, Muriel Bradshaw lost her parents and little sister in a devastating fire which left her horribly disfigured. Her life and her face were left in ruins. A lady from the Red Cross gave her a knitted teddy bear which became her only friend. In her eighties, Muriel finds the bear again when packing to live in sheltered accommodation. When she and her bear arrive there, she finds someone who knows about the fire.  I wrote THE END under my latest novel about a month ago. Sir Terry Pratchett is credited with saying ‘The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.’ I left it alone for a couple of weeks, then took it up with a critical eye. I’ve amended, tweaked, changed, deleted, added – all the usual stuff, but it hasn’t yet been looked at by anyone outside my own head. I’ve just sent it to my editor – now for the first time I’m telling someone else the story. I hope it makes sense from the outside.
Unless he suggests using it to light the barbie, in a month or so I should receive suggestions and advice to make it a strong story and one that has impact (and makes sense). As fellow writers will know, this is the scary bit!  This is the cover of my next book, The Angel Monument. As you can see, it’s a memorial style carving of three angelic heads. The original wall plaque in an abandoned chapel bears no inscription. It’s begging to be part of a story!
The Hall that is home to my characters is called Eccleton Hall, but is based on Eggleston Hall, in Teesdale. A day or two ago I pulled up the website for Eggleston Hall Gardens. It contained this snippet about the ruined chapel – “It is a part of the garden shrouded with history and tranquility, a small space for meditation, contemplation and reflection. Yet there are voices for those that wish to hear.” Oh! You’d think they’d read the book! |
AuthorKath Middleton, author of Ravenfold Categories |
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