Wishing everyone a happy 2013.
I’m currently working on a third novel, another psychological thriller, and my first two books (Secrets by Lawrence Estrey, EggHead by Lawrence Estrey) are available in paperback or e-book on Amazon.
In music, I’m currently studying Beethoven’s Pathetique sonata for piano and various works by Chopin and Scriabin.
I haven’t had much time for photography recently, but here are a couple more pictures from my black and white collection:
And, of course, I almost forgot to add – I successful gave up smoking nearly six months ago!
Wishing everyone a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Both of my novels are selling on Amazon now and a local reader’s group are reading my debut thriller, Secrets by Lawrence Estrey.
In the meantime, I thought I’d post a few black and write photos to keep up the spirit of Christmas. As I indicated in an earlier post, I’ve developed a keen interest in black and white photography over the past eighteen months but didn’t really understand the various uses of light and contrast until recently. Also, working on a third novel most days meant I didn’t have much time to develop this interest.
Hi, things are pretty hectic here and the internet connection dismal as usual, so I’m not able to post much in the buildup to Christmas.
In the meantime, both my novels (Secrets by Lawrence Estrey, EggHead by Lawrence Estrey) are selling on Amazon and I’m working on a psychological thriller set near the Dorset coast, involving a group of music students living in a shared house.
Here a couple of samples for the new novel Silent:
I hadn’t seen my room yet, so I went up with the bag and laptop, then returned for the cello, steering the instrument round the staircase to the first floor where my bedroom was positioned in between Philippa’s and the bathroom. On my way up to my room, the stairs kept on creaking, causing me to think of that Humpty-Dumpty rhyme, and for a moment I had the distinct impression that someone was standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching me. It sent a shiver through me, so much so that I stopped what I was doing, turned and glanced down the stairs – but of course, no one was there. The house felt unusually cold. Icy almost, as if someone had left the side door open, although I remembered seeing the door shut when I’d passed through the hallway just then. I shivered and thought of the house and its history and the fact that people had died on these grounds. Sick.
…Philippa’s parents had returned with the cleaning materials and left again, this time for their home in Kent, but I’d slept through it. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my cheeks and brushed my teeth, aware once again of that sense of being watched. It was creepy, but completely illogical, and I returned to my room and put on an extra jumper to ward of the chill. Propping the cello by the bedroom wall, I locked the door and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where Philippa, Paul and a girl in denims were sitting round the table, drinking tea, eating cake.
Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.
My second novel – EggHead by Lawrence Estrey – is now available on Amazon.co.uk in paperback form and as an e-book.
In EggHead, an adolescent boy has to take action when a strangers starts a bullying campaign against him, but the boy’s actions backfire, leading to him having to leave home. He then settles in a secluded coastal town where he finds himself unable to cope and is drawn into further trouble and danger…
The novel falls into the categories of Teen Fiction and Young Adult, but also crosses over into mainstream fiction.
Currently, I’m working on a third novel about a group of music students living in a house in the countryside.
Meanwhile, my first novel, a psychological thriller – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey – is available in paperback and as an e-book from Amazon. Check out the reviews.
A sample from Secrets:
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I’ve parked my car. The dog’s barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
Newspaper article on author.
Local musician publishes crime thriller