Hooray! I say! I've made it three-quarters of the way!
Ah, yes... And as you can tell I'm losing it slightly. My MS really isn't littered with incredibly bad rhymes and exclamation marks, promise!!!!!!.
The new story line is coming together nicely and seems to be heading in the right direction. I can't wait to get to the end and start preparing it for submission to the New Writers' Scheme. It really has been a proper overhaul and the equivilant of writing a new book and I hope it is much better for it.
Now, could someone please point me in the direction of the bar? Pretty please?
Today I have the uber talented, Kate Johnson on the blog for the tour of her new book, Run Rabbit Run. We're going to hear from the hero of Kate's book, Luke Sharpe and there's also the chance to win chocolate!
1. So Luke. I understand you’re an MI6 agent. Whatmadeyoudecidetobecomeaspyinthefirstplace,andhowlonghaveyoubeenonefor?
It’s officer, not agent—agents are the contacts we have elsewhere.I’ve been with MI6 less than a year, but before that I was with a small operation called SO17, which has since disbanded, for about five years. As for why...they came calling while I was serving with the SAS. To this day I still don’t know how or why they decided to recruit me.
A bit, yes. Any more, and I’d have to kill you.
I’m in my early thirties, I work in British Intelligence, and I have an insane, dangerous, baffling and infuriating girlfriend called Sophie, who I love more than I thought possible. I have no family to speak of—or more to the point, to speak to—since my parents died when I was a child. I was expensively and privately educated, a fact which seems to fascinate Sophie, who imagines me raiding the tuck shop with Wills and Harry. That’s poppycock, of course. I was a prefect by the time they were out of prep school.
3. Can we have a picture of you?
4. Okay then. So tell me about your relationship with Sophie. How long have you been together? How did you meet?
Oh God. I’d rather you asked me about WMDs than Sophie. She’s about as destructive as one.
All right. About a year ago I was working undercover at the airport, and she was one of my colleagues. That’s the short version. The long version is that I needed a new partner, and someone pointed Sophie out to me. I thought she looked like a headache in a suitcase, albeit a very pretty one, but she was smart and quick and tenacious, and once she’d chased a criminal down the baggage belt I thought I’d offer her a position. A position that, since I fancied her bloody rotten, ended up including more than just a working relationship. She’s mad as a sack of cats, of course, but that’s one of the things I like about her.
5. Sophie seems to attract a lot of male attention. Do you get jealous?
Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous of a guy who turns up in Aston Martins and Ferraris? They’re vulgar. So what if he has a charming Irish accent and a mysterious past and has saved her life and actually slept with her, I can’t believe he’s actually slept with her, and...wait, where were we? No. I’m not jealous.
6. What does the future hold for you? When you and Sophie have solved this mystery together, will you be settling down, getting married, having kids?
Why, what have you heard? Any stories about me looking at engagement rings are absolute fallacies. That’s all I’m saying on the subject.
Since Luke wasn’t very forthcoming with a picture of himself, let’s imagine what he looks like. He’s tall and blond, with an athletic physique and bright blue eyes. Who do you reckon would play him in a movie of Run Rabbit Run? Leave your answer in the comments, and the best one will win a Lindt chocolate bunny!
The time has flown by, but I feel like I've come a long way along my becoming-a-proper-writer road. I've learnt so many things there are far too many to mention like I did last year. So instead I'm continuing with the rewrite of Miles Between Us with the hope of it being near to completion by the end of this month, eating chocolate brownies and dreaming of one day being at the RoNA Awards which are taking place today.