A snowy extract from my debut novel, Waking hours. Spanning over fifty years, from 1950s Ceylon to twenty-first century England, it follows three generations of one family.
Tag: Fiction
Christmas reading
If you're looking for some reading to snuggle up with (or enjoy in the sunshine, depending on what hemisphere you're in), or perhaps a last minute Christmas present, can I humbly suggest my new book, Waking hours. It's available in paperback and ebook format, with special discounts over Christmas. I would love to hear your thoughts on it. If you've previously read my blog you may have already had a sneak peek! Here are the opening few lines, written during a snowy London January a few years back. More to follow over the new few days...
Hello, summer
An awkward conversation with summer...
Night swimming
Here’s a little pop of micro-fiction. Hope you like it. More to follow. Remember when we went night swimming...