by Andy | 20th Dec 2019 | Life, Writing
You should write a new blog, someone told me. How about what the person behind the author is really like? Okay, I said. I’ll give it a shot. Here it is. I’m 53. I’m too old to give a damn, and I’m too young to know any different. I write books because I have to. If...
by Andy | 17th Nov 2019 | Black by Rose, CSI Eddie Collins, Ledston Luck, The Death of Jessica Ripley, Writing
How do I come up with a story idea? Is it something I see at work or on the street, or does it just pop into my head? I have to be honest, story ideas are awful to come by – for me, anyway. I know a lot of authors who have so many ideas that they trip over the...
by Andy | 19th May 2019 | CSI Eddie Collins, SOCO Roger Conniston, Writing
I remember saying it took many years for me to open up to my colleagues and tell them I was a writer. That was partly because I’m still shy of mentioning that little fact, but mostly it was because I thought my writing was shit. God help me if anyone I knew actually...
by Andy | 26th Apr 2019 | Ledston Luck, The Death of Jessica Ripley, The Note, Writing
Ideas and Execution Ideas don’t come to me easily. I usually get a small part of a scene only – I think my muse just likes to see me sweat. From it I have to grow an entire book. It usually happens on the fly too because I’m not good with planning things out. Far too...
by Andy | 11th Apr 2019 | CSI Eddie Collins, The Death of Jessica Ripley
I’ve split this blog post into two halves because I wanted to tell you about the new book but without spoilers until you’d had a chance to read it first. Come to think of it, I’ll put the rest of this post on the website under the tab The Story of… > The Death of...
by Andy | 7th Feb 2019 | Covers, CSI Eddie Collins, SOCO Roger Conniston, The End of Lies, Writing
The last time my back catalogue looked like this was summertime 2017, before I went with Bloodhound Books and took all of my CSI Eddie Collins books down from Amazon and the other platforms. So now I’m back doing this stuff all by myself again. And I look around and...
