The last post

So, here it is - the last post. I can never hear the phrase without thinking of the bugle being played at the WW1 Remembrance service at my school. As schoolboys we used to giggle at the old boys' names as they were read out but I remember, at about the age of 14, suddenly not finding it funny any more, and being struck by the poetry of "At the going down of the sun". We grow up, and then we grow old.

The detective novel is gathering a few reviews now, and averaging 4.5. Sales are not high at all but do prove the theory that writing in a more recognisable genre gets more downloads. My protagonist is now halfway through his next case - sorry if I've said this before - and seems to have plenty of life left in him but I don't know if I could write a long series of anything. Some readers seem to want the same thing over and over again but that must be mind-numbing to write.

Some welcome brightness in the sky this afternoon and hopefully the strong winds will begin to abate. Dennis Potter said that all he wanted to see was another spring, and today I feel the same. Hopefully I'll be luckier than he was.

I am leaving these posts on here for a while, and will check them occasionally, just in case anyone feels moved enough to comment!