Like buses ...

You know that saying about not seeing a bus for ages, then two arrive at once? Or is it three? Or maybe it's not buses at all.

Anyway, it doesn't seem five minutes since The Beachside Sweet Shop was released, and now my second book is out, and available to download. Or order from a bookshop if you prefer a paperback version.

This doesn't mean I wrote a book in six weeks, just that it in the time it took to get book one ready for publication I wrote another, and my publisher thought it was a good idea to ride the wave of success of book one (20,000 sales and counting, I still can't believe it) by getting the next one out.

Obviously, to keep this up, I'd have to write a book a month (or something) which would probably mean my head would explode, so it's a bit of a relief that the third in the series won't be out until October. Though I have to write it first. It's a Christmas one, so the sunny weather we've had recently isn't conducive to mood, but I'm certain that if I eat enough mince pies and listen to enough Christmas carols, it'll all be fine.

In the meantime, I've hardly had time to write a short story and I miss it. I was convinced I'd keep knocking them out, but with such tight deadlines for the novels - and bearing in mind there were structural edits, line edits, and proofreading to do on both - I haven't found the head space to switch from my current works-in-progress to short story mode.

I'll try and find the time though, once book three is finished. Lovely husband and I took a trip to the south of Ireland last month, and the scenery was so stunning, I'm inspired to write something set there!