Its working title is – has always been – Khamsin.
It’s a novel about culture shock – about a strange person, in a strange place, asking for an agenda that no-one has to give.
It’s a novel about the implacable strength of blind faith – about believing you’re right when the rest of the world knows you’re wrong.
It’s a novel about microcosm and memory – about how who you are is made up from everything you’ve been.
More than anything, it’s a novel about passion – about how it can drive you screaming round the edges of insanity… and about what happens when you lose it.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s genre fiction and while I harbour boundary-pushing ambitions, I have a long way to go. Again.
The link is here.
If you’d like the explanation, you’ll find it in the footnote.
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