Out Of Control

I don’t often use this blog to plug the work of others, but now and again I make an exception when I read a piece which I think is worthy of wider attention.

That’s the case with “Out of Control” by Trevor Belshaw.

I’m giving away nothing of the tale other than the opening, which is set in the winter of 1962, in a flash car crossing the Peak District via the notorious Cat & Fiddle road, the A54/A537 from Buxton to Macclesfield. I know that road well, and it’s bad enough in the milder winters we get these days. Perish the thought of how bad it would have been in the early sixties.

Trevor is well-known as a children’s writer under the pen name Trevor Forest. Under his proper name he’s also turned out two fantastic volumes of social humour, Tracy’s Hot Mail and Tracy’s Celebrity Hot Mail. Both books had me in stitches, and I can’t recommend them too highly, and the number of positive reviews for his children’s works speak for themselves.

I’ve known Trevor for about seven or eight years, ever since we were budding scribes on Writelink, but this is the first time I can recall him trying his hand at a dark thriller.

And it was worth the wait.

Do yourself a favour, get over there and spend ten minutes reading the opening of Out of Control. I promise you will not be disappointed.