I've not died or disappeared, I've merely been writing and getting lost in life.
My big news is that Blasted Heath have recently put out my novel Southsiders. It came out on bonfire night, but alas not so many people remembered as I might have hoped. Next time I release a book, I'll try and make sure it's a more exciting day like Valentine's or All Hallows or Black Friday.
I'm kind of pleased that it's Black Friday this week. I don't know how it's going to be used, but I'm hoping the swell of feeling across the States might galvanise around it and come up with something powerful and constructive. It offers a great tag line to so many. Though it doesn't help us crime writers, I sure am glad our police aren't all armed to the hilt.
Anyway, I believe that Southsiders is available at its release price for another few days.
It tells the story of a couple of Elvis fanatics who are heading for a very blue Christmas.
"Ray Spalding's had enough of his wife, Paula. He's left his home in Edinburgh's Southside and headed for Belfast. It's safer there.
Unknown to Ray, Paula's also had enough of him. She's not going back home. Not now, not ever.
Jesse Spalding wakes up one morning to find both his parents gone. And he can't tell anyone or he'll be taken into care.
As time passes and bills need paying, all Jesse can rely on are his wits, his friend Archie and his dad's 1950s record collection.
Southsiders is a powerful short novel that follows the spiralling fortunes of Ray and Jesse, pushing father and son to their limits while they struggle against the odds in the darker shadows of two of Britain's capital cities."
On a slight, not unrelated tangent, there's more amazing news from the heath. Ray Banks has a new novel out and it's huge (note to self, avoid cock jokes). The title is Angels Of The North and the cover's ace.
Final afterthought, maybe we could have a Blue Friday next year. We could give out free books and porridge. Or similar. Think about it.