They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but where’s the fun in that?
Artist Sally Mellors has planned the perfect revenge, but with two secret agents on her tail, and her best friends running the police investigation, getting away with murder is going to be tricky…
Everybody loves Sally. She’s a funny, generous, warm hearted friend, without a nasty bone in her body.
Unknown to her friends, Sally’s discovered another side to herself, cool headed and relentless, as she hunts down the three men who killed her husband. But Sally’s not the only one with an interest in the trio. Unknown to her, two agents have arrived in town, urgently hunting a missing man and his diary, which could blow their organisation apart. Their best leads are the very men that Sally’s hunting, and she’s getting in the way…
The inspiration behind A Thoughtful Woman.
The justice system is an intriguing beast. We expect it to be fair, which is why we allow it to resolve our disputes instead of simply taking revenge ourselves, but watch an individual case play out in court and it can seem more like a high stakes game between lawyers than the pursuit of absolute truth. And if you think it’s a game, do you still accept the result if you lose? Is that still justice? At what point will a perfectly normal, perfectly decent person snap, and what happens when they do? Is it possible to plunge into the darkness of revenge and remain the normal, decent happy person you were before you started? Sally Mellors is about to find out.
GUEST POST FROM THE AUTHOR
K.T. Findlay – A Thoughtful Woman
Have you ever had the experience of learning a new word, and then suddenly finding it appearing all over the place? Is it because the rest of the world has only just found out about it too, or is it because you’re now attuned to something that simply didn’t register before? A writer loves that kind of question because the answer is “It depends…” and that opens up all sorts of possibilities.
Authors are often asked “Where do you get your ideas from?”, and I think the answers are as many and varied as the sand grains on a beach. Everybody’s mind works differently, and everybody has a different life experience and a different knowledge of the world. That’s at least partly why wannabe writers are often advised to write about what they know, what they’re passionate about, what they care about. If you take that approach, you’re less likely to get writer’s block, or get stumped about what’s going to happen next, and you significantly reduce the research you’re going to have to do.
But that really is only one possible approach. An idea for a book can come from a casual phrase overheard on a train, or a billboard juxtaposed against the very thing it’s competing against, or the sound of a train going across a bridge on a still, summer evening, or a dragonfly glinting in the sun as it swoops and darts across the surface of a pond in search of its prey.
I’ve just had one of my chickens wander through the garage door, up the stairs, and into the kitchen where she knows the cats’ food is. The first I knew of it was when I heard this tap, tap, tappa tap from upstairs. There she was, busy cleaning out the remaining cat’s biscuits (not chicken flavour I’m relieved to say!) while the two cats watched sullenly from either side. Having cleaned out the bowl, she then went for a casual wander throughout the rest of the house. It looked like she was exploring the bedrooms, but in reality she was looking for an open window she could jump out of. Eventually, she decided that this wasn’t going to work, so she trotted down to the other end of the house, into the lounge, and up to the doors to the deck. Which were closed… So she scooted sideways around the cat’s climbing frame and settled herself underneath the dining table, where she could safely wait for me to open the door. As soon as the door was open and I had retired a respectable distance, she sidled across the carpet until she felt she was close enough to the door to make a run for it. She shot through the gap onto the wooden deck, claws scrabbling for grip on the slippery surface, taking the corner like snowboarder, skidding sideways into freedom.
Now you can go loads of places after seeing something like that. You can tell the story of what it’s like to be the chicken, and what’s going through it’s tiny mind, (lots it turns out!) or what the cats are thinking when this blasted feathered fiend invades their home and burgles their food, or imagining the harassed householder returning from work and treading one of the chicken’s “leavings” deep into the carpet, or perhaps the householder never knew, and the chicken had been up on the kitchen bench leaving salmonella on the chopping board.
Ideas for writing are everywhere. You just need to open your mind…