Phew, I've finished Chapter 1

It's been a really good day today. 

Dave has been running around taking more 'stuff' to the tip, dropping off the contract with the Estate Agent and taking Murphy to hydrotherapy, all so that I could spend the day writing.  And all his hard work has paid off, I've finally managed to finish Chapter 1. of Death in the Morning.

I can't believe how much fun this is to write.  With feedback and comments from Dave and Paul Daniels (yes the real Paul Daniels!) my hero is morphing from a quivering wreck in to a foul mouthed maverick, although I'm not sure if that's what either of them expected to happen.

Now I suppose you're wondering why Mr Magic himself is commenting on my story, well if I say that's it's all down to the power of Twitter would you be surprised? Well not half as much as I was when he Twitted me with his comments on my last post - you could have knocked me down with the proverbial feather - all hail the power of Twitter.  

I'm thinking up a new challenge for Twitter, something that's never been done before - keep watching this space and all will be revealed.

Busy Morning

With another two cupboards cleaned and sorted I felt justified in take a few hours off from the pending upheavel and settled down in front of the comupter to get on with some writing.

Not since Spanish Steps have I had so much fun with a keyboard.  Death in the Morning is a joy to write - no storyboard, no research just flex the fingers, bribe the dogs with a promise of a long walk and off I go.

This might not sound very revolutionary, after all how many of Jane Austin's story boards have ever come to light? but for me, the ultimate list maker, this is ground breaking.  I'm finally writing the same way that I think.  That's to say, disjointed, off wall ramblings, that will hopefully take the reader on a journey rather than drive them up the wall.

The story so far has introduced Ronny, a ex-copper who is still trying to sort out his feelings about taking early retirement. He misses the job and is probably feeling a little vulnerable for the first time in his life when out of the blue his wife goes missing.  Has she had an accident, has she left him, is she having an affair? I don't know yet where she is - I have an idea but I don't want to spoil the surprise.

Although the beauty of this kind of writing is that I may change my mind and have her hiding out in a convent in France after she hijacks a fishing boat and guts the crew with a filleting knife - god the possibilities are endless.....