I’ve just completed the advanced proofread for my second novel EggHead, a crime thriller featuring an adolescent boy who goes by the nickname of Egghead. In the first part of the story, the fourteen-year-old Egghead resorts to drastic measures to tackle a bullying vendetta. His actions backfire and he has to leave home. In the second part of the story, Egghead, now seventeen, struggles to rebuild his life in a secluded village off the North Sea, but his past soon comes back to haunt him, leaving him isolated and in danger….
My heart nearly stops when I see the elaborate blue handwriting on the envelope, fountain pen style. The writing doesn’t belong to Uncle Graham or Mum or Grandpa or anyone else I remember. No one I know uses a fountain pen, just Biro. No one should have this address, only Uncle Graham and Belinda. Official mail always looks official, not personal like this letter. Should I open it or not? Supposing it explodes in my face, blinding, scarring me.
I tear the envelope open.
A newspaper cutting falls out.
An obituary.
Best wishes, kid, someone has written.
Meanwhile, my first novel – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey - is available from Amazon (paperback, e-book). Genre: psychological thriller.
Newspaper article on author.





Goodluck Lawrence!
I’m paying closer attention this time to the excerpts so that when I read the finished product, I can go “Aha!”
Thanks! Having some issues getting online.
Interesting bit you’ve shared here, Lawrence.
Good luck with the final steps.
Lots of luck Lawrence with this second book.
Thanks….terrible internet connection at present, but will be touch…
Cheers. Hope all yours is going okay.