Colonel Russell, before the War, had four sons. Now he has four widowed daughters-in-law. When he’s found murdered at the Britannia Club, Eric finds himself drawn into the intrigues of those left behind when the men go off to fight.
Gah. Apparently the system doesn’t play nice with those greater-than/less-than signs. What I wanted to say about "The Traveller’s Cup" was that it’s just this much away from Quill. I think it is fascinating for the two-tier society presented, and there will probably be interesting observations to be made, fodder for the sort of intelligent discussions you can have with artists and bohemians at 2am in a deserted café; but then it’s also rip-roaring spacefaring adventures with plenty of action, fodder for the sort of intelligent discussions you can have with geeks and nerds at 2am in a deserted café.
I’ve been pottering around with the administration of spaces this past weekend. First off, the webpage at www.peterkin-investigates.com has been cleaned up and streamlined. I hope this will make it easier for people to find their way in.
Meanwhile, the other two novel ideas I’ve had on my profile, Best Man for Murder and Peterkin Investigates the Anthology, have been brought up to draft status. These should give you all an idea of where I’m planning to go with all this.
And because everyone wants to know about the guy they’re backing (I can’t imagine why) I have set up a Wordpress blog, at which I intend to chronicle my journey, the creative process behind Murder at the Veterans’ Club, and perhaps discuss the difficulties encountered along the way. Everybody’s experiences are different, I’m sure, but I hope mine may prove informative.
