Tuesday, June 7, 2011
This story has a very long writing history, which is par for the course with me, being written variously in Sydney and Glasgow and various late night/ early morning stopovers in Singapore and the like while I was going back and forth across the world when my mother was ill and finally succumbed to late onset leukemia.
An early version of it appeared in stages on my livejournal site. But it's moved on a lot since then and, I think, in better directions. Thanks to Simon Petrie for buying it and treating it right. I did have an offer from an earlier editor but they wanted me to get rid of most of the swearing and all of the sex, which - when you read it - would pretty much leave me with nothing.
I also have to tip a nod to the ubiquitous Mr Haines for some early encouragement. I took a leaf out of his book and invested a lot of truth in this story, leavened with a modicum of lies.
Oh, and you can buy it as a pbook or ebook here.
And because we authors like our little ego-boo...
Over at Simon Petrie's blog, 'Mirror' is described as, 'Keith Stevenson's slowly smouldering novelette of sex and aberrant reflections'. Nice!