May 10, 2012
Friday Brown is almost ready to fly. It’s like seeing my youngest off to school. The house is too quiet. I don’t quite know what to do with my freedom.
I’ve had this baby swaddled like a papoose for so long and now it’s out there. Think Mork (Robin Williams before he got craggy) launching his egg.
‘Fly. Be free.’ Splat.
I started writing Friday well before All I Ever Wanted was finished. That’s a three-year gestation, which is pretty gruelling, even by an elephant’s standards. I have the most beautiful cover rough (which may be changed a little) designed by the incomparable W H Chong. There’s nothing quite like seeing the essence of your characters and story perfectly captured in a single image—it took me 70,000+ words to say this:
Friday Brown is a story about grief and obsession. There’s blatant plagiarism (a most sincere form of flattery) and campfire tales and a buried swimming pool. There are parts where you may have to hold your breath. But mostly it’s a story about friendship.
You can check it out and pre-order here at Text.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a blank page to stare at.