So, About Book Two… Phantom Signals has only been out for a little over a week, which means I’m still getting used to the slightly peculiar idea that complete strangers are actually reading it, and thankfully loving the characters and world I somehow magicked on the 07:20 to Waterloo. (Where I am writing this blog…
A charity-shop copy of London Stories: Old and New turned out to contain a handwritten birthday message dated 24 July 1926. A hundred years later, the book is still wandering around London.
When I started Phantom Signals, I had no idea it would take roughly 1,380 train journeys to finish it. That sounds like an odd way to measure a book. Those 1,380 journeys add up to around 690 days of commuting, spread across more than two and a half years. Same route. Same platforms. Same daily…
Over the past five months I’ve deleted two chapters, merged two others, and rewritten a scene that then cheerfully dismantled roughly seventy per cent of my manuscript. Then, as I wasn’t totally happy, I wrote an entirely new chapter from scratch and changed the title. I also briefly considered whether falconry might be a more…
