Oh, it is such bliss to be back here again…

It’s been too long…

I had almost forgotten what this feels like…

I’m talking about the unique and blissful joy of being utterly immersed and lost within a world you created. I often blog about how magical writing is – partly because I feel it so strongly and partly to counteract the often negative view towards writing I come across online. You know the memes; writing is torture; writing is terrible; writing is so, so hard…

Nah, I don’t see it that way.

I could go on all day about how wonderful, brilliant, life-affirming and beautiful writing is but today I just want to focus on one aspect; getting lost in a world you created.

At the moment, I have the next three books in The Day The Earth Turned series ready and waiting for their release dates. This will be October 2023, January 2024 and April 2024, roughly. By June, 2024, I hope to have At Night We Played In The Road published, which is a spin-off from The Boy With The Thorn In His Side series. After that, I plan to release The Mess of Us (long-awaited sequel to my debut, The Mess Of Me) around September 2024 time and finally, the last book in that connected universe, The Dark Finds You will come out around either at the end of 2024 or the start of 2025. These books are all finished! Some are awaiting beta reader feedback and one is about to come back from the editor. They all have front covers ready. There’s not a lot more I can do to any of them other than responding to feedback and edits when I get them and preparing them for release…

As you know, my self-imposed writing ban ended a few weeks ago when I gave in and started typing Black Hare Valley up on my laptop. This is, of course, the book I’d vaguely planned with a map, character bios and plot ideas and then ended up writing entirely in long-hand in five notebooks during a prolonged power cut in February 2022.

After that frenzied writing session, I put it away to concentrate on everything else.

And now here I am, happily typing up my own work, work I barely remember writing, transferring longhand from notebooks into a Word document on my laptop.

Every night I sit at the laptop for at least an hour and type up what I can. Every night, the story reveals itself to me like a dream I can barely remember. It feels so fresh and new, like I only wrote it yesterday, but at the same time, I have little memory of being the person behind the pen.

I am loving this.

Black Hare Valley is a strange little town with a lot of strange goings-on. I got the initial idea after reading Stephen King’s epic ‘It’ for the third time. I love that book. I would read it again tomorrow. I feel like Black Hare Valley is my personal homage to the great, master of horror, Stephen King. Funnily enough, after coming up with the idea, I watched Stranger Things on Netflix and realised there are a few comparisons. Only in the sense that it’s another strange little town where strange things happen and it’s mostly up to the kids to solve it!

When I came up with the idea, it wasn’t much of an idea; it was really just the town, which I had great fun creating with my son on a large piece of roll out paper. I still love that map. We put such detail into it, the whole place just came alive. I was also inspired by recent visits to iron age hill forts and places like Hell Lane, in Dorset. I was inspired by dark, magical, local folklore, and slowly the story began to write itself.

At the start I just had a missing child, and a group of kids thrown together trying to solve the mystery. They soon realise there is far more to their close-knit and seemingly ‘perfect’ town than they ever realised…

It was such fun to write and it’s even better now, sat here night after night, writing it up. I look forward to it all day. In my head, I am going to Black Hare Valley. I am there every evening, lost inside a world I created, wandering the streets after dark, wondering who is keeping secrets and whose those glinting eyes in the shadows belong to… I am there with my heroes, my band of misfit teenagers who are slowly unravelling the darkness that forms the foundations of their town, in order to find out what happened to missing Paddy Finnis…

I am there, in the warm and cosy Hound and Hare pub, and I am there at the old ruins, hiding from shadows. I am there in Black Woods, searching for strange footprints, and I am there at the school, where the headmaster has something quite evil behind that thin smile of his… I am there in The Magic Of Books bookshop, sneaking between old dusty books for answers, I am there at Hill Fort Farm, the highest point of the valley where Mayor Sumner keeps a watchful eye over the town her ancestors founded…

I am there! Every night I go missing. I’m not here, I’m not anywhere you can find me. I am in Black Hare Valley and I don’t want to come back…

This is without a doubt one of the best and most magical things about being a writer.