Six degrees of separation.

I am working on the theory of six degrees of separation at the moment. Perhaps you have heard of it?

It is a concept that states that there may be as little as six people or links in any chain, which binds any one person to the most unlikeliest of other persons.

For example there may be someone who knows you, who has a cousin, who's best friends' husband has an uncle who is the florist of Elton John say...but I'm sure you get the idea.

It's way too late and I'm way too tired to be writing tonight but let me just say this...If you have a neice who has a best friend who has an uncle with a brother-in-law who works for Mr Big Movie Producer, could you please pass them a copy of my book! ;) I'd be ever so grateful.

She had slipped off her shoes and socks as they had begun to unload the food. Not really sure why, she had needed to feel the naturalness and warmth of the wood grain on her bare skin, as if it could undo all the unnaturalness of the past few hours, the revelations she had been forced to bear witness to.

Taken from The Owners, Volume IV out soon!

Still a handsome woman, her face was noticeably older than it had been the year before. In living through the turmoil and challenges of the last twelve months, Sally had aged a decade.

Georgia had lived side by side with her every day for this past year but hadn’t noticed until now, so the realisation came with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Deep facial lines forced her features into sharp relief and dragged at Georgia’s heart.

Last chapter of The Owners Volume IV being written today.

The Owners Volume IV.

Somehow I can't quite believe that volume IV is almost completely written.

Don't get me wrong, I have spent countless hours slogging away at it and many more hours thinking about the route it was taking through the plot...and yet the almost completed work sits before me like a thing never seen before!

There is one more chapter to write and a lot of editing but by this stage, the promise of a finished book is so close, I can almost smell it.

Because a finished book is a strange thing indeed. I don't know about other authors but for me the book is almost a part of me whilst I am writing it; an extension of my own body if you like. But once written, it is like a child that has been firmly expelled from the birth canal - always linked to me but a seperate entity all of its own, expected to make its own way in the big wide world with only a gentle push from me to help it on its way.

If I wasn't so unsentimental I'd shed a tear ;)

Happy reading!  x

Boston attacks.

My sympathies to the victims and their families, of the Boston explosions yesterday. Nothing I or anyone else can say can alleviate your pain, or take away the horror of this indefensible act.

Such faceless violence is always sickening and incomprehensible. The world mourns your loss with you.