Waiting...

June has finally arrived, the month that sees the publication of The Waiting Room, my fourth novel with a strong supernatural element and probably the one with the concept easiest to grasp.
A derelict waiting room on the platform of an abandoned branch-line station seems to me to be intrinsically sinister. There is just something about the atmosphere of waiting rooms; all that shiftlessness, the transience, the anxiety, no one who ever sits in one or paces its floor truly relaxed because travel is inherently stressful.
They are repositories of thoughts and feelings and fears with nowhere to go because their owners have moved on. Waiting rooms strike me as being more haunted than almost any other building (right up their with derelict hospitals and lunatic asylums).
Of course, you need a plot. But I think this one the best I've come up with. Hodder have done a great job with the cover.
Shale Point Station welcomes weary travelers. Though the trains may not run strictly according to timetable...