A MATTER OF EXTREMES...
It is now a week since I returned from the US. Two weeks through New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Philadelphia, Indianapolis...and before that a couple of weeks in France. I have gone from one extreme to the other. Utter confusion, rushing from one place to another, one event after the other, dozens and dozens of people to see and talk to, and now I am home...
All is quiet.
The only sound of significance seems to be me thrashing a Telecaster!
It seems to mimic the many years I spent writing and writing, and then suddenly - unexpectedly - I am dashing all over the place talking about what I've written and meeting about three hundred people a day!
I have returned to 'Bad Signs' and am working on that again. I hope to have it complete by the end of November at the latest. I am also awaiting word back from France on the screenplay for A Quiet Belief In Angels. There will be work to do, I am sure.
Last night was excellent, by the way. Due to the fact that I was away for much of October, and October is the month of the Birmingham Book Festival, the organisers - primarily Jonathan Davidson and Sara Beadle - set up a launch event for The Anniversary Man at the Birmingham Library Theatre. I did a reading, and was then interviewed by the wonderful Amanda Smyth, author of 'Black Rock'. She gave me a copy of her book and I have started reading it. Most excellent. Anyway, we had a very good turn out, and I have received many e-mails from those who attended to say they enjoyed the event.
I also received an e-mail from my US publisher. He was away while I was in the US and thus we did not see one another, but he e-mailed me to say that things are going well over there, we are making friends and allies, and that we have a lot of hard work ahead of us! Music to my ears!
So I am back in the UK now. Wales Crime Week will see me in Tylorstown and Pontypridd on the 9th of November, and then I am in Milton Keynes on the 12th, at the University of Leicester on the 14th, and then I have an event in Netherton, another at the Screenwriters' Forum, a guest appearance at the Society of Young Publishers and Lord knows what else. All over the place as usual.
Still I know we have a long way to go. Still I know that we have a very small foot in a very big door. Teeth gritted, fists clenched, never slowing or stopping or considering that we have earned a rest...there's another book to write, another event to organise, another person to speak to who might give my work a go if I am able to sufficiently enthuse them. This is the way it is. Perhaps the way it will always be.
A thoughtful mood perhaps, but thankful as well - to everyone who has bought and read the books, and has recommended them to their friends. It is for you that I write the next one, and the next one, and the one after that.
So all that you do is appreciated, and I look forward to seeing you very soon at some event, or perhaps on the train or in the street as has been happening recently!
Best wishes, as always,