Cripes, there’s an image to appear in my FB memories. Sat in Room 3 of Premier Inn Leicester North West during lockdown and editing a manuscript of Pennyblade to the tune of both my editor and agent. A weird time, a crossroads, full of fear and excitement: disease stalked the land and I was caretaker of an empty edifice whilst at the same time the thing I had most wanted, publication via a major genre house, was within reach. Best of times, worst of times. Etched into my brain…

What a summer.