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ARGUING WITH THE DEAD

Publication Day has arrived. My fifth title, ARGUING WITH THE DEAD, published by Fledgling Press, is available as from today, with a review coming soon as part of the Love Books Tour. There will be a book blog tour from the 5th to the 10th August when I’m lucky enough to have a guest post by some of the top bloggers who are passionate about books and reading, courtesy of Love Books.

ARGUING WITH THE DEAD is a historical novel about Mary Shelley, living alone in a cottage on the banks of the Thames, sorting through her husband Shelley’s (the poet) scattered papers, while a blizzard fills the air with its own paper-storm. We learn about the chaotic and sometimes destructive forces which shaped her, and what life was like for a woman of those times (early nineteenth century). Her mother might have been Mary Wollstonecraft, arguably the first feminist writer, but the world didn’t listen much then, as it doesn’t listen much now. It’s a book written by the sweat of my brow, but joking apart, I did pour a heart full of passion into it.

You can’t argue with the dead – but we do. And Mary does.

There will be a happy launch to follow, with food and wine and much chat, where friends will of course be invited, but it will be after the excitement of the Edinburgh International Book Festival is over (I don’t want them to cramp my style…) x

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The Return of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots

It has been a busy couple of weeks launching my latest title FOR MY SINS, a historical novel for adults about Mary Queen of Scots. And Mary herself appeared at my first launch in Blackwell’s, Edinburgh. She sat very demurely to one side like a pale ghost (courtesy of Artemis Scotland) while I talked about the writing of FMS in front of windows that rattled and shook in a storm. We were yards away from the scene of Darnley’s murder at Kirk o’ Field.

The next stop was Waterstones, Byres Road, and tonight it will be my local library, Dunblane. I’ve been taking my audience on a mental journey into the past. I am the curator of that journey, guiding them into that distant realm which we can only imagine, where darkness held sway, where death was an everyday occurrence, and there was definitely no WiFi… Here are some pics of me flapping my arms about.