Talking about genre
(which I was last time I was here)
I have unexpectedly discovered that I like books in the Little-teashop-by-the-sea genre
You know the sort of thing
I don't know what you call it
I call it Little teashop by the sea genre
I've been trying to break free from Crime and Murder Mystery and Thriller novels
I've had enough. Too much
I do not want to read another book with a dead body on the first page
There are rarely dead bodies in the Little teashop by the sea
More often there are interesting people
People who are alive. Living people
People living interesting lives
Friendly people
People with friends
Nice people
I want to read about nice people for a change
And, perhaps, I'm thinking now, this is the kind of book I want to write
If only I knew what genre it was
In some ways, Small Finds set out to be this kind of book
Little archaeological dig in the Cotswolds
That kind of book
Before a dead body turned up on the first page and ruined everything
Uninvited
Which I subsequently buried
The page, that is, not the body
But then, I started thinking
They probably had dead bodies in Roman Britain, at a guess
So maybe, maybe it was not such a stretch
What if?
What if, the dead body on the first page were an echo ...
You know
And they did!
They found these bones between these houses
At this rescue dig they were working in the town at the new supermarket development
The Corn Hill development
In Ancester. Roman Antium
A young female
Inevitably
The hare was off and running and the dog followed
No matter how much I called and whistled, I could not get that dog back
What else could I do?
I ran with the hounds
So, hey!
So much for a (nice, quiet, friendly) Little Dig in the Cotswolds
Still. There are interesting people: nice, friendly people living interesting lives
It's all good, despite the body that's not on the first page
(And not in the teashop)
It's called Small Finds and you can read it here, on the blog
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