From time to time, I get emails out of the blue from people – complete strangers – who’ve read Songs of the Earth. So far, none of them have been complaints. Shocker, I know.

In fact they’ve been highly complimentary. Some of them have subject lines of “Thank you”. One chap told me he’d bought the book at lunchtime and read it straight through in one sitting. The fellow yesterday said he’d devoured it like a good Sunday roast, and was aghast to learn that the sequel, Trinity Moon, won’t be available in his country until next spring.

This blows my mind.

These people took a punt on a brand-new author, handed over their hard-earned cash, and not only enjoyed the ride but enjoyed it enough that they felt moved seek me out in the dark and vasty interwebs and tell me so.

Mind. Blown.

This is what brings it home to me that yeah, actually, I can write a bit. This makes up for twenty years spent convinced that I wasn’t good enough to be published, so it wasn’t worth trying. It thrills me beyond words to know that you want to come along on this journey with me, and find out What Happens Next.

I’ll do my best not to let you down.