Well, after a fashion.
Sincere apologies to anyone trying to contact me via email. It's a long story and too tiresome to go into; suffice to say I am waiting for my email to be re-instated so that I can (a) get my contacts list back and (be) reply to any outstanding emails from before the 16th December.
In the meantime, my temp email is firstname.lastname@example.org
Oddly enough, I can still get Twitter and everything else, just not my old email.
Maybe it was the house move. They say moving is one of the most stressful things. Try adding two stressed cats, a ditto wife... and trying to get sense from a service provider. My stress levels were so high even Prof Brian Cox wouldn't have been able to find them.
However, January is a time for new things, so I'm chilling. New year (HNY to all). New House (well, old new if you know what I mean). New location (lots of trees). And a new book.
'The Watchman' is out on 30th January, and I'm hoping for good things to come from it.
It was a bit of a change of direction, and a thus a challenge. But something I wanted to try (as did my publishers). I think it works... well, hell, of course it works. It's a spy thriller and darker-edged than the Harry Tate novels, and ventures into a whole new character, Marc Portman.
His name is Portman. A professional shadow, a watcher who provides protection in hostile situations, he works in the background, stays off the record. Often the people he's guarding have no idea he's there.
When two British intelligence agents are despatched to negotiate the release of western hostages in Somalia, veteran MI6 operator Tom Vane realizes that something about this operation doesn't stack up. He covertly hires deep cover specialist Marc Portman to protect them.
Hiding in the wild, lawless land on the Kenyan/Somali border, Portman soon realizes that the British Intelligence Services have been double-crossed. Can he survive long enough to keep his charges alive and prevent a catastrophe?
Signed copies will be available for those that want one, from the admirable and ever-supportive Goldsboro Books in London.
Otherwise, your usual purveyor of reading materials will be able to supply an unsigned copy.
I hope this year is a belter for all of you, writers and readers.