Problems and stuff

Isn’t life fun?

So, The Business of War, Death’s Handmaiden 7, will be out next month (or maybe late this month). No problem there.

I was planning to start a new series after that, but some things have come up and working on it would be harder than I’d like, so I’m going to do the 8th Death’s Handmaiden instead. It may be a little slow to produce, unfortunately.

Basically, my father isn’t doing too well and I’m having to take some time to look after him. I can work from his home, just not as effectively. That’s going to slow things down. Hopefully, this will be resolved one way or another by the time I’m ready to publish DH8, but we’ll have to see how it all goes.

Interestingly and sort of topically, Dad was ten when the D-Day landings happened (he just had his 90th birthday). Obviously, he was a bit too young to be on the beaches of Normandy, but he remembers bombers flying overhead on their way to Newcastle (it’s in the north-east of England, if you want to look it up) while the Nazis were attacking the major cities back in the war. No one was really bothered about that stuff, he said, until an aircraft attacked an anti-aircraft emplacement on a hill near the village he grew up in. I remember there still being an air-raid shelter in the back garden of my grandparents’ house when I was growing up, and that’s where Dad sheltered when the war got a bit too close. His memory of more modern stuff is getting a bit shaky, but he still remembers things from back then.

Anyway, enough of that. I’ll get back to the writing. Look forward to DH7 in a few weeks.