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The Luxury of Murder

The Luxury of Murder is the second book in the series which features Kitty Lockwood. When ‘the shout’ comes in Kitty, and her new boss, Vipond, hurry to a private estate where a woman has been attacked. The case seems straightforward but there are many dark secrets in the private life of Marisa Lyndon to be discovered.

 

New publisher for the Kitty Lockwood Mysteries

The kitty_lockwood_mysteries are on Instagram. The series of novels are being republished this autumn, along with the new book, The Hunger of Ravens. If you visit
www.kittylockwood.com you can download a Kitty story, Another Year, as well as signing up for a newsletter. The books can be bought from my author site:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Tony-Glover/e/B09HX51LSW?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3&qid=1633801288&sr=1-3

I hope you sign up and enjoy the stories. If you do, it would be great if you could leave a review. Thanks!

 

Cars Just Want to be Rust and The Luxury of Murder

I have a new publisher and I’m happy to say that both of these titles are being re-issued in new editions on the 22nd October 2021.

The following month a new edition of the third Kitty Lockwood book, Footsteps of the Hunter, is being released, followed by the latest Kitty novel, The Hunger of Ravens.

They can be bought or pre-ordered through my author page, which you can access here: -

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Tony-Glover/e/B09HX51LSW?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3&qid=1633801288&sr=1-3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Publisher – Boxkite

I’d like to thank all at Cheshire Cat Books for their help and advice. This summer I’m moving to another publisher, Box Kite. All the Kitty Lockwood books will be available through them. This will include the new Kitty Lockwood book, The Hunger of Ravens. I’ll give out publishing dates and contacts and places the books can be bought as soon as I know them. All the Lockwood books will be re-issued with new covers.

 

Tell us a Story : Will they? Or won’t they?

It is a privilege to be read. We ask readers to trust us : to give us an hour or more of their lives. In a world filled with many distractions, that’s a tricky ask. It doesn’t matter how beautiful your language: without a story, there is a finite amount of time in which you can hold the attention of your readers. Which is why plot is so important.

A story keeps a reader involved. At the Hearth Arts Centre in Horsley we recently put on an event called Haunted. In the dark days of Northumbrian winter, two superb actors, Stephen Tomlin and Janine Birkett,  read tales of the supernatural. The room was lit only by tea lights and a couple of stage lamps.

As I was involved in promoting the evening I was anxious for it to succeed. But it was soon clear that the  readings were very popular. I watched as the audience bowed their heads as they listened to Stephen and Janine. It was clear they were deeply involved.

It took me back to Ponteland Infants School when a favourite teacher, Mrs Nelson, used to read us a story. Or later in my school days, when another teacher, Mr Copeland, read us stories by Damon Runyan. A story holds us: it helps us forget the stress of everyday life.

But a story  has a particular structure. It’s this:-

A story is a character, in pursuit of agoal, who overcomes obstacles of increasing difficulty as they succeed, or fail, to reach that goal.

In the film Billy Elliot the central character wants to succeed as a dancer. We know Billy succeeds because the last scene shows him going onstage at the Royal Ballet. He achieved his goal. In addition, he achieved his dramatic need by being reconciled with his dad, who is in the audience. So he achieved his goal (the thing he wanted) as well as his dramatic need (the thing he didn’t know he wanted but which we, the audience, did know.

So your character  should want to do something. If he succeeds it’s an up ending. If he  fails it’s a down ending.

In either outcome he or she is changed.

Why does this hold our attention?

I think it’s a matter of brain chemistry. As writers we deal in two substances:-

Cortisol – the stress hormone – helps us empathise about a character and care abpout their fate.

Oxytocin – the love chemical – is our reward when we follow a character’s story and see them survive and succeed.

In telling us a story we first capture our readers by getting them to care about our characters. Once they do, they want to know their fate. Will they succeed in the pursuit of their goal? Or will they fail?

Will they? Or won’t they? It’s the same question which keeps us glued to a sporting event or a real life drama.

Will they? Or won’t they?

 

A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day (John Donne)

‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,
Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world’s whole sap is sunk;
The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the bed’s feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar’d with me, who am their epitaph.

Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring;
For I am every dead thing,
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness;
He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not.

All others, from all things, draw all that’s good,
Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have;
I, by Love’s limbec, am the grave
Of all that’s nothing. Oft a flood
Have we two wept, and so
Drown’d the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
To be two chaoses, when we did show
Care to aught else; and often absences
Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

But I am by her death (which word wrongs her)
Of the first nothing the elixir grown;
Were I a man, that I were one
I needs must know; I should prefer,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love; all, all some properties invest;
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light and body must be here.

But I am none; nor will my sun renew.
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
At this time to the Goat is run
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all;
Since she enjoys her long night’s festival,
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
Both the year’s, and the day’s deep midnight is.

 

The Hearth Writers Group

I lead a writing class at the Hearth, in Horsley. Writers of all levels of experience are very welcome. The new series of classes starts on Thursday 10th of January 2019.  We meet each week between 6pm and 8pm. If you’d like further details email me on tonyglover11@mac.com

Drop in to any session and meet the other writers – we’re a friendly bunch!

 

Ponteland Writers’ group

Thanks to Almond and everyone at the Ponteland Writers’ group, where I had a very enjoyable Christmas dinner last night. The writers are very friendly and meet every week at the Ponteland Golf Club. Thanks and Merry Christmas!

 

The Footsteps of the Hunter

The Footsteps of the Hunter is now available through Cheshire Cat Books.

https://cheshirecatbooks.com