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I want posterity to find me - which means they need to be jostled into it now, while I'm still here to do it. After I'm gone, I'm sure no one will care.
I've now put over twenty years into the Pride's Children trilogy, and I'm not letting that go to waste (as it has already gone to waist).

Most days I chip away at it, some days are good, and a great many more only a little gets done. But it's progress that would otherwise not happen at all, and I have my reasons for wanting this story told. And told well enough that the readers won't see certain things, and learn them organically.

Part One
1. Her Mother's Child
2. As a Butterfly
3. A Chunk of Cheese
4. Imagine That
5. A Grand Indifference
6. That Particular Unravelling
7. Then as Now
8. This Equals That
9. This Life of Mine
Part 2
1. Pupa Child
2. To Get Away
3. Sweet and Inelegant Melancholy
4. The Old Drum and Monkey
5. Urchin of the World
6. Captain Reid's Stroke of Genius
7. Solemnly, the Monkey
8. Of Simian Design
9. Last Orders
10. This Life of Mine
Part 3
1. Upon a Stave
2. Almost Heroic
3. We All Sup Sorrow
4. The Nature of Her Rolling
5. Those Dread Remembered Days
6. Simply as Grindle
7. Well Just What is a Chap to Do?
8. Tangle to the Jive
9. This Life of Mine
Part 4
1. A Chill Unaccountable
2. Even for September
3. What the Funk?
4. The Lost Type
5. Available Rejigging
6. They Wanted to Make Him Be
7. Something About Big Bill Broonzy's Second Cousin
8. Not Even Toots
9. When Numbers Get Serious
10. This Life of Mine

The tales that comprise the book are:
The Tale and True Testament of Elspeth Crowley (1696-1714)
The Tale and True Testament of Joe Lathem (1803? - 1815)
The Tale and True Testament of Maggie Cross (1878-1916)
The Tale and True Testament of Apology Roy (1965-1999)
The epilogue consists of a 24 line poem.
In total, the book is about 68000 words and I bloody love it.

Getting excited about the impending publication (late summer hopefully) of my 10th novel: This Awful Small Mercy Of Miss Miriam Malone.
It was the first fiction I'd written in a couple of years and very much evolved of its own accord. I'm not giving anything away by saying it has a bit of a mad old twist to it which I foresee being perhaps just a little too mad for most but I think those few who like it may really like it!
So, yes, I continue stubbornly onwards in my mission to write myself into absolute obscurity!




Here is the poem of which the Epilogue is comprised:
The truth about trees
is that
there are silver butterflies
atop
the Tollesbury waters.
The truth about trees
is that
your hand, it feels
so very fine
in mine.
The truth about trees
is that
for every desolate life lived
there stands upon this earth
a tree
The truth about trees
Is that
Love, l
Love
Must prevail
The truth about trees
Is that
You astound me.
The truth about trees
Is that
I am astounded
By your love
So
Gorgeous stranger
May you gaze deep into the wow of your soul.
And
May you see the sun in there, the rivers, the mountains, the clouds and the dawn in there.
And
May you see the stars in there, the rain, the wind and the universe in there.
And
when that time comes
for you to recount
the hip-shake
of your life,
may the tale you tell
be nothing less than
extraordinary.

I'm currently a few thousand words into my next - Catalonia Tryptico Blues - which will be, I think, my twelfth.
Just can't seem to stop writing, it seems!
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Me. There are readers for everything - I just want mine.