Monday, 26 September 2011


 The continuing rewrites on Coalface went well last week; I'm really enjoying blending elements of Victorian history with the tale of a boy on a quest to avenge his father's untimely death.  And I'm getting ready to see 'Sent/Received', my text message story come to life at the Broadway in Nottingham next month.

Then this happens.

Picture I took tomorrow.
To paraphrase, OPERA and CERN reckon the neutrinos they've been measuring move faster than the speed of light.  Nothing is supposed to move faster than the speed of light.  It's left a lot of people scratching their heads, not least the reasearchers who repeated the experiment 15,000 times before they went public.

Whether the researchers have missed something obvious (after 15,000 experiments?) or it's something new and extraordinary that has skewed the results, or it's wormholes, or the tooth fairy, the thing that's always mentioned in the news reports is time travel.

So I'm back to thinking about Penny Farthing, the time travelling single mother we meet in Hidden Daughter, who treads a fine line between her dark, extraordinary past, and her desperate plans for her Catherine's future.  And how her fractured world breaks when she becomes the target of other time travellers, determined to know how she slips through history without the help of a trillion dollar machine.

Time to finish Coalface, and continue her story...

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