I woke up feeling cranky, internally (and externally) locked-down and rather bland. I watched some News at breakfast – bad news, as usual, but dressed up in promises and sprinkled with the glitter of tomorrow’s VE celebrations.
“What if tomorrow never comes? Was that a book or a film?” I pondered grimly.
Back to today, I wasn’t sure what today would bring but, going by the previous days, I wasn’t expecting much of it. And then I stumbled on this short review of my book, Sandman:
This is a tale about terrorism that would stand making into a film, full of twists, action and excitement provided the producer engaged the author as script supervisor, she definitely has talent!
The little hairs on the back of my neck bristled. My day became a whole lot better.
It is humbling when a total stranger strays into your book, looks around and chooses to wade in deeper, trusts you to do the right thing by them, stays with you till the last page – and comes out on the other side, loving every minute of their experience.
It is equally humbling when you get a bad interview, but I don’t want to talk about it today.
“Sandman” is the fourth book in my DI Marsh series.
“Oscar is taking Tommy fishing – that’s what his granddad would’ve done had he not been killed in the Falklands war. Oscar owes it to Sergeant Butler to take care of his family.
Pippa and Harry are looking forward to being reunited with their son Will. Soon after they were forced out of their farm in Zimbabwe they lost touch with Will. But he’s coming to Bath to see them.
Andrzej is driving the 19:15 train to Bath Spa. It’s his last shift before he returns to his wife and daughter in Poland. He promised them.
Heading to a stag party, DI Marsh’s future son-in-law Charlie and his friends are on that train, as are many other commuters. Among them, Haji. Unlike the others, he has lost everybody and everything he ever cared for. He has no plans beyond this train journey.
Will DI Marsh be a match for a seasoned terrorist who has nothing to lose?”