Another extract from the Walsh files.
I met Peter Overingham on a Monday.
Peter was an average sort of guy, married to Sally and the father of two young kids. He worked a nine to five twenty job, with an hour for lunch, in the back end of a bank. It was a job that provided the money required to supplement Sally’s earnings to support their lifestyle. It wasn’t a job he particularly liked and he was always dreaming of finding something better. Continue reading “Monday mornings”
The Grim Reaper might not have figured in Pat’s thoughts as he’d sat nursing his pint but a few of the Reaper’s friends had come to the pub that night. One had come in the guise of Marty Siddle, who’d appeared next to Pat at the bar. Marty was the fellow who had regaled Pat with his stories of deactivating security systems the last time Pat had been holidaying within the prison system. Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 3”
The incremental improvement in home security that Pat had learned about the hard way was the introduction of remotely monitored, miniature cameras. These little gadgets, discretely tucked away in out of the way places, allowed a security firm to respond to a break-in without the intruders being aware they had triggered an alarm. Shortly after his thirtieth birthday, Pat had discovered that being caught on the premises, booty in hand, by a police patrol alerted to his presence by the firm monitoring the system, was a difficult charge to deny. Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 2”
This week I’m back in writing mode, and I’ve started on the journey that will produce the third book in the Inspector West series, for release in the second half of 2015. I’m also working on a series of shorter stories with a working title of The Walsh Files and thought I’d offer you an insight into the development of some of those stories. I’m not sure how long each story will be yet but it should be fun finding out.
Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 1”
When we first started roaming the planet we did it in small groups or tribes. In the traditional sense of the word, a tribe is a related group of people with some sort of kinship or other social bond. Tribes were about belonging, and in many senses they still are. Think football fans, for example. They even get dressed up in their team’s colors to hang out at games together. Continue reading “Tribes – which one are you in?”
I never imagined in my wildest writing dreams that I’d be writing about cooking.
This week I’m nearing the end of the first draft of Cooking 4 One.
Somehow I’ve written 800 words on cooking eggs. Took longer to write that section than what it takes to cook eggs every way I know how. Continue reading “Cooking gratitude”
The stories in the Inspector West series are a blending of crime and romance stories.
You might wonder why anyone would write crime stories with a love story theme. Continue reading “Crime and romance together”
Doing those things she used to do for you
Sometimes it feels like life happens to you, especially when your journey intersects with death, divorce or desertion; or you find yourself temporarily separated from the woman who had been taking care of business at your place. Continue reading “Living alone”