Finding The Lost Things

It’s possibly a self-fulfilling prophesy, but my latest book The Lost Things is threatening to disappear into oblivion. Call it my inept marketing or people’s suspicion of that condemning word ‘subscription’, but this book is flapping round like a dying fish in the bottom of a boat right now.

When I write and publish a book I find that the characters quietly slip into the back of my mind. It’s only by focusing myself on them again that they become real. I feel that for The Lost Things, they never got to see the light of day.

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Could you look at the lost and make them found again?

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Good surprises

As a self-declared catastrophist, I am always taken aback when good things happen.

There’s a steep hill below my parents’ holiday house in Donegal, my nemesis now, that holds something I’d never heard about in all my forty years. My dad has been seeking out an easy way down for me and others. Turns out it’s beside what was a house many years ago! And would only require two steps to get onto the beach!

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