Two years later…

holbyI’ve been woefully neglecting this blog, but there were extenuating circumstances, honestly.

I haven’t been idle, though. I’ve got a novel which has been going through various rewrites and every time becomes a little less sunny and a little more sinister. This is interesting for me, because I prefer reading darker, more dramatic stuff (I’m currently working my way through Nicci French’s Frieda Klein series), but my novels so far have been rather light and fluffy. I suppose I feel responsible for the characters and want them to be happy. I might let this lot (some of them) be happy too, but I’m making sure they suffer first!

Also for the last two years I’ve been nurturing a lovely idea about writing a behind-the-scenes book based on my favourite telly programme, Holby City. It has taken all this time, but it’s now officially happening. This is glorious news because the people at Holby are lovely. They love the show themselves and are (justifiably) very proud of it, and I’m keen to do it – and them – justice by producing the very best book I can.

So it’s going to be a busy few months, but very exciting too.

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Story: Cumbrian Christmas

Important note: Some of the characters in this story are the invention and property of the BBC/Holby City. This is a completely unofficial, unauthorised work of fan fiction.

Joseph Byrne was always my favourite Holby City character and ever since he left to become a GP in Cumbria I’ve often wondered how he was getting on. I also wondered what he would make of discovering Jac was pregnant. Having hoped in vain for a festive, Cumbria-based episode, I decided I’d better write it myself. 

joseph jac holby

The rain on the windscreen pixellated and blurred the distant fell tops. Joseph Byrne turned on the windscreen wiper and the view cleared for a second – dark, leafless hedgerows and the fells beyond looking stark and snow-capped. To his right a shaft of sunlight picked out a hillside and made it sparkle. To his left everything was dark and gloomy. Typical Lake District weather – four seasons in one day. He switched on his headlights.   Continue reading