My mother finished the book, and seems to like it, though it can be hard to tell with mothers, can't it. Is that a real 'I loved it' or a 'that's nice dear' one? Hopefully the former. Of course, now my dad has his hands on it (which is bad news for the book because he is one of those irritating people who insist on bending the spine back).
Thankfully, I have nearly finished another in the series (the third) so my mother won't run out of things to read soon. I have discovered that the hard thing about writing a book is not getting it done, it is simply finding the time for it, as I am learning with my own efforts.
On that front, and thanks largely to some positive comments on the various stories he is in, I have decided to have a go at a full (ish) length Brian Northington effort. I have a plot of sorts worked out, and a few characters in place, so off we go. This is, you understand, all your fault.
My various efforts today may be subject to a bit of a break while the cricket teams of Pakistan and Australia play one another later today (from Lords. Apparently London now counts as a home match for Pakistan, what with people having security issues with matches in Pakistan). One high point should be seeing Shaun Tait and Shoaib Aktar vying to bowl faster than one another. Tait went past 100mph the other day, and Shoaib has done it a couple of times in his career, so I can't see either of them just trundling in to concentrate on line and length.