BEWARE THE SCAM!
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Friday, 4 September 2026
BEWARE THE SCAM!
Wednesday, 12 August 2026
SYNOPSIS
SYNOPSIS
And the other story line which revolves around illegal Egyptian artefacts being pedalled for sale.
If you haven't already read it you can get a copy from Amazon, in Kindle or paperback.
Blood on the Rocks: Amazon.co.uk: Chris O'Donoghue: 9781916076754: Books
Tuesday, 4 August 2026
STEAMING AHEAD!
STEAMING AHEAD!
Lookers hut
However, unlike the railway, I have been steaming along - with book eight in the DI Sonny Russell series of crime mysteries. At the moment the working title is PIKE'S TALE although I suspect it will end up with with BLOOD in the title, like the other books.
So far it involves a character who used to be a Looker on Romney Marsh but now works in the pottery at Nottery. The titular Septimus Pike, is, as you may remember from previous stories, an antique dealer, reminiscent of Fagin, and he plays a large part in this books. I won't give any more away, just to say I have managed to hammer out 32,000 words on the keyboard so over a third of the way through now.
Details of the other titles are on the right, if you haven't already immersed yourself in the world in 1950s crime set around Rye and Romney Marsh.
Wednesday, 20 May 2026
JUGGLING - AGAIN
Monday, 20 October 2025
7th PAST THE POST!
7th PAST THE POST!
Tuesday, 29 July 2025
THE FINISHING LINE!
I'm almost there. "At last!" I hear you cry. That's how I feel too. After more than two years working on this book it's almost ready to go to the printer. I've no idea why it's taken so long - I have usually managed to produce a book a year. All I can say is, I think it's going to be worth the wait.
Wednesday, 14 May 2025
A WAITING GAME
Monday, 11 November 2024
LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
My poor readers. You've been eagerly awaiting the next book in the DI Sonny Russell series of crime mysteries and I've kept you hanging around for much longer than I usually do between books. I don't know why this one has taken so long - almost two years already.Monday, 4 March 2024
Getting a wiggle on
GETTING A WIGGLE ON
No, I'm not going to talk about lugworms or ragworms or those hardy souls who go down to the beach at low tide to dig for bait. Much as I realise this could be suitable topic for a blogpost, I'll leave it for another day. No, this is more about me getting a wiggle on.
Friday, 21 April 2023
TREADING WATER
TREADING WATER
Saturday, 27 August 2022
THE END IS NIGH
THE END IS NIGH
Sunday, 15 May 2022
CHARCOAL & PLAGIARISM.
CHARCOAL & PLAGIARISM
Saturday, 16 April 2022
JUGGLING
I've just returned from a Maker's Market in the nearby village. It was mainly crafts and brocante so my books stood out as being quite different. It was an early - 8.45am - start and very little happened for the first couple of hours. In fact there were far more stallholders that visitors and I started to think it was going to be a bit of a damp squib. Fortunately, more people arrived, it picked up and by the finish, at 2pm, I was pleased with the number of books I'd sold.
I'm really keen to get on with Blood on the Dunes, book six in the series, as it's taken a lot longer than the others. This is only partly due to the pandemic, more to do with the book itself. Like the writer Ann Cleeves - Vera and Shetland - I write as a reader, i.e. I start off with the germ of an idea but I've no real clue as to where the story is going and keep writing to find out how it's going to end. This time, I knew the ending before I'd even reached halfway. So It was either going to be a very short book or I'd have to start again. However, after several long walks on the beach with Aggie I started formulating an idea on how to extend it.
Thursday, 5 August 2021
SLOUGH OF DESPOND
SLOUGH OF DESPOND
or why can't I be arsed?
Maybe it's because of the never-ending pandemic. Maybe it's because of the fallout from the stupid Brexit. Maybe it's because of the crap, unsettled weather. Maybe the planets are misaligned. Maybe it's all or none of these. Whatever it is, I just can't raise enthusiasm for tasks that I normally find challenging and usually enjoy.
Generally, Aggie and I go for a trot to the beach and I find a suitable location and take a photo of her posing somewhere interesting, then post it on social media later. But even those photo shoots are now few and far between. I still try to walk a couple of miles a day and odd things still lift my spirits. Yesterday, it was the sight of a schooner in full sail in the bay which got me excited, but it hasn't lasted. Even railway modelling, where I can usually lose myself and lose track of time, holds no attraction.
I'm not suffering from writers block, either. In fact I've put down over a thousand words of the new book - number six in the Inspector Sonny Russell series - and I know where the plot is going - vaguely, so it's not that. Also, I've got a new laptop so writing is physically much easier. But, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to actually get down to it.
I've been trying to get the latest book, Blood in the Garden, formatted for kindle. Even that is proving to be a trial and I'm wondering if it's worth it.
Could it be my age? I know we're supposed to slow down as we get older but it ain't no fun. I guess I'll just have to weather it and hope my normal enthusiasm returns soon. Otherwise...


























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