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It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything on this website, so it feels like the right time to bring things up to date. Over the past couple of years, my life has been busy and difficult. Work, family life, and the unexpected turns that inevitably come along have all demanded attention. Writing, unfortunately, has been one thing that slipped further down the list more than I would have liked.
I realised recently that I have not actually written a full book for over two and a half years. I have certainly been writing – dabbling mainly, just not finishing. At the moment, I have three different projects on the go, each with its own area of interest, each capturing my attention at different times. The problem is that I have struggled to settle on one to which I would completely commit. Instead of committing to a single story, I have drifted between them.
Life gets in the way of writing books – a fact – we cannot just produce the goods on a whim. That is not entirely an excuse, although it is partly the truth. You are never quite certain what is around the corner or what will suddenly demand your time and energy. Looking back, however, I know that I have not been completely idle. Over the last couple of years, I have co-curated two short story anthologies—The Law of Consequences and The Law of Mischief. Both were hugely enjoyable projects, and I also contributed a story to each. They reminded me how much I still enjoyed telling stories.
What has been missing is the discipline and focus to commit to a full novel. I feel a slight sense of guilt about that, if I am honest. I know I can do it. After all, I have written five books and well over half a million words. Yet somehow the sixth book has become the most difficult challenge of them all.
The strange thing is that I have not been short of preparation. I have plotted, outlined, designed covers, and built endless PowerPoints full of characters with motivations, secrets, and surprises. All part of my usual limbering up and a process that has served me well previously. In many ways, I have done everything except write the actual book.
Part of the reason, I think, is that the first five books were tied closely to the stages of my life at the time I wrote them. The Souls’ Abyss trilogy explored themes of responsibility and fatherhood—what it means to carry the burden of raising others. Imagine the Fire was a passion project, asking how far a father might go into darker moral territory in order to protect his family. Illusions and Dragons wrestled with a different question altogether: what happens when something in life simply is not working, and the struggle to decide whether it can be fixed.
The next book is different. In many ways, it is more about self-discovery. Family life is settled and happy, and as my children have grown older, the demands of their early years have eased and changed. My responsibilities are different now. Strangely, that shift has left me feeling a little uncertain about my identity. When your children are small, you know exactly what your role is – or I certainly did. As they become more independent, your role in their life changes and lessens, and the next role is harder to fill as it is not so obvious.
It also involves less – less of them relying on you, less of them needing you, less of you showing them the way, and more of them having to discover it for themselves. I’ve found it hard to step away, but I know I must, and in doing so, found there was an unexpected gap. Which you suddenly realise you have to fill and in doing so have to ask yourself different questions. Who am I now? What do I stand for? What do I do for myself?
Those questions, combined with other events over the past couple of years, have slowed my writing more than I expected.
But now that I have chosen it, the sixth book has finally taken shape. It has taken far longer than I would have liked, and you would be amazed at the ways a writer can procrastinate. At one point, I discovered that the title I had chosen for the book had already been used, with another novel of the same name due for release before mine. I spent weeks discussing alternatives with fellow authors before eventually settling on a new title.
The itch that I had ignored has returned, and book six is very real again. I have the title: ‘The Queen Yet to Come’. I have the cover. What I do not yet have is the finished book. Ten thousand words have been written, and many more remain untyped.
The next six months will probably determine whether I continue writing novels. That may sound dramatic, but it is an honest reflection of how important this moment feels. If I cannot get past the hurdle of the difficult sixth book, I worry I might never write another book.
But there is always hope.
I know I can do this. I have done it before. And I will do it again.
Interestingly, the six book – The Queen Yet to Come – is about someone discovering their way, while being raw and suspicious of many around them, it is about them finding their place in a new world and deciding what kind of person they want to be: something I think I can relate to.
I heard a fabulous quote I have fallen in love with and have adopted as my approach to everything in life now: “The magic you are looking for is in the work you are avoiding.” Good, isn’t it?
After many false starts, I know what I have been avoiding: the work.So, the journey and the work begins again, and with a bit of luck—and a bit of discipline—my next book, The Queen Yet to Come, will arrive in the summer of 2026 and if I’m right the discovery of new magic along with it.
Until then, thank you for reading, and take care.
P.S. I am going to commit to writing a 250-word book review each month, so watch out for that! First to be reviewed is King Sorrow by Joe Hill.








