Untitled McNeill 3

A few months ago, while browsing on Amazon, I noticed that a new book had appeared beside "Eye Contact" and "Knife Edge". It felt odd, seeing the online listing for a novel I hadn't finished writing, as though I was typing away to fill blank pages that were already bound and sitting on a shelf somewhere. I remember mentioning it to a friend, and joking that it would be a big help if I could just get hold of a copy and read it, so I'd know how the story ends.

Well, this week the story did end. I had a general sense of where the plot would take me, but it didn't really snap into place until I actually came to write it. This has caused me a lot of concern over the past few months, but a great deal of relief when it finally came together. It's somewhat darker than I first envisaged, but I'm pleased with the way it worked out.

Now I can enjoy a couple of weekends off. It's an unfamiliar feeling - this will be the first time in years that I've not being working on this series, and I'm just beginning to grasp how big a part of my life the story has become. I've tried to ensure I didn't miss out on too much time with my family, but other areas were more affected. I've managed almost no photography, read almost nothing, even been reluctant to commit to watching new TV shows! When I went to look for some music on my iPhone, I realised that practically everything on it was eerie or morose of tense - all music for writing.

It seems I have some catching up to do.

This was definitely the toughest of all the books to write. Partly, that's down to the subject matter of the story - which goes places that I personally find quite troubling - and partly because the last twelve months have been challenging with close family members affected by illness. It's definitely been a tough journey, but nothing worthwhile is easy.

In any case, now I can relax. No early-morning train journeys to Bristol, no hunching over a laptop in some distant cafe, no struggling to keep all those different characters in my head. The funny thing is, I already miss it a little. I know it won't be long before I'm diving back in to get going on the editing process, and there are already several glimmering sparks of ideas, competing for attention to become the next project... but for now, I'm done.

Well, mostly done. I think we still need to dream up a better title than "Untitled McNeill 3"...

Knife Edge

Another landmark day today, as my second novel Knife Edge is published by Hodder & Stoughton in hardback and e-book. When I first wrote Eye Contact, I didn't really envisage it as part of a series, but the book raised questions that seemed to lead naturally into a sequel. Now, I can't imagine one without the other.

Hopefully people will find Knife Edge is a satisfying development on its predecessor. I was determined not to write the same book twice – this was never meant to be just More Eye Contact – but it's a challenge to do something different while remaining faithful to established characters. I remember doing the research, traipsing around Bristol, writing in cafes and bookshops and on trains, working out changes with my editor… but when those pivotal moments in the plot happened, it was as though I was just writing down something I'd seen. I trust the story will feel as real to you as it does to me.

You can find Knife Edge on Amazon (Kindle and hardback) as well as iTunes (for iPhone and iPad) or Google Play (Android devices). I really hope you enjoy it.

Meanwhile, in Utrecht...

Not sure why this makes me smile so much, but it does. I absolutely love the cover that De Fontein have produced for the Dutch version of Eye Contact. I had heard there might be some advertising done to promote it but, not spending a lot of time in the Netherlands, I didn't think I'd get to see any examples. So it made my day when this popped up on Twitter.

Photographed by Ester van Lierop, this is one of the ad screens featuring the Oogcontact campaign. It's a really striking image, and it even animates - blinking eyes - just to give you that delicious sense of eeriness.

If I was free this weekend, I'd be tempted to jump on a plane and come over for a closer look. As it is, huge thanks to everyone involved. I couldn't ask for a more stylish promotion.

Music

Some authors find it difficult to work with music in the background. Sophie Hannah recently stated on Twitter that she had to switch off John Denver so she could write, and I've heard that Erin Kelly favours silence too.

In my own case, I find the opposite to be true - not only do I prefer having music on, I find it very difficult to work without it.

Before we go any further, it's probably worth pointing out that my music tastes are a little... different. Most of what I listen to is instrumental, so there usually aren't lyrics to distract me. Far from being off-putting, the playlists on my iPhone have become an important creative tool.

Naturally, I use different pieces of music to invoke different moods and emotions. If I'm writing a dramatic scene, I want something that fills me with energy, something that gets my pulse racing and keeps the sentences short. If it's a more thoughtful, or introverted moment, a more ambient piece helps me to find that mind-set and work within it.

One of the characters in my books is a lonely man, struggling to come to terms with the death of his wife, and I built a playlist of beautifully evocative, mournful tracks for him. Listening to this really helped me to get inside his head, and feel what he was feeling. I think that he was so emotionally draining to write because of the music that underscored him, but I'm sure that it helped make his chapters feel more authentic. The same process works for places too - walking through a city with something sinister in your ears will allow you to see your surroundings in a different way. It's like being 'on the set' of your story, with the soundtrack transforming mundane reality into the location you imagined.

So music helps to find the mood, but I believe it goes beyond that. Having distinct playlists for the different narrative perspectives helped to give the characters contrasting voices. It anchored each of my protagonists, helping me to find them again when I was jumping back and forth from one viewpoint to another.

It also helped me with one of the big challenges in my own writing routine - interruptions. Holding down a full-time day job means I have to be an author in my spare time, during evenings and weekends. Sometimes, days pass between the end of one paragraph and the start of another, and it can be tough to just pick up where you left off. Here, the music comes into its own, acting as a sort of mental bookmark - as long as I don't listen to a track during the intervening time, hearing it again will take me straight back to the mind-set I had when I was last writing to it.

So what do I listen to? Well, as you might expect, there are tracks from film and TV, such as Broadchurch (Ólafur Arnalds), Inception (Hans Zimmer), Monsters (Jon Hopkins), Tinker Tailor (Alberto Iglesias) and White Oleander (Thomas Newman). One particular song, The Moment I Said It (Imogen Heap) served as a mood-board for my female lead in book two, and I can no longer hear it without tasting that fear and doubt that she lives with through the story. Mostly though, I've relied on albums from artists like Deaf Center, Helios, Loscil, Christina Vantzou, and particularly A Winged Victory For The Sullen - if you want a sense of what my characters are feeling inside, look no further.

Previously, on Twin Peaks...

Some things age gracefully, some age badly, but some don't seem to age at all. Perhaps because it was never really "of its time", Twin Peaks is still weird and wonderful to watch, just as it was all those years ago.

The public hysteria has gone, of course. If you watched it when it was first aired in the nineties, you'll remember the endless discussion, the interpretation and speculation, as we all tried to figure out what David Lynch and Mark Frost were up to. But, perhaps because the overall story was never really explained, the show retains that delicious sense of mystery and potential that made it so compelling.

The comedy still works, along with the deep sense of tragedy as a quiet community comes to term with a senseless murder. And that scene with Leland and Maddie remains one of the most disturbing things I've ever watched on television.

It's not perfect, of course. There are scenes that drag, and characters who grate, but it was ever thus. It's no more flawed now than it was back then.

Above all, Twin Peaks still kindles a wistful desire to experience that slower life, distanced from the troubles of the rat-race and reality… and to enjoy a slice of cherry pie and some damn fine coffee at the Double R Diner.

Eventful

It's been an exciting couple of days. On Saturday, I was lucky enough to be on stage at the Winchester Readers' Conference, organised by Newbooks magazine. It was brilliant fun, though I was more than a little nervous about speaking after Ben Aaronovitch (who was very, very funny). As it was, a lovely audience and some fine moderation by host Guy Pringle meant that everything ran smoothly.

Then, last night, I was at Waterlooville Library for a panel event with Pauline Rowson and Dominic Ranger. Moderated by Carol Westron, this was part of the CWA's Crime Month, but also to help mark the library's 40th anniversary. Another great audience, and some lively discussion made for a brilliant evening.
Having the chance to meet and talk with readers is so important – it helps and encourages me in my writing – and makes all those solitary hours at the keyboard seem worthwhile.
It's been a lot of fun, but if I had to choose one highlight, it would have to be on Saturday, where Guy caught me cold with a brilliant question. After leading up with an explanation of how I go to each location and painstakingly investigate everything, he quizzed me about my research for certain back alley in Salisbury… the setting for a sex scene in Eye Contact!
After that, I like to think I'm ready for any questions people can throw at me.

Too Soon?

I'm always very keen to do book events. It's great to have the opportunity to talk to people about a story, to find out which characters and situations resonated with them, and why...

...but tonight I may have been a little too keen.

The venue was Flitwick Library near Bedford - a two hour drive from where I work. Traffic was pretty hectic, but I got there in good time and parked up. After a quick, pre-talk cigarette, I made my way into the building. The place was quiet, but I could see a good number of people already in the lecture hall, and one man sitting at a desk. He came over and asked if he could help me.
"Hi," I greeted him. "I'm Fergus McNeill, and I'm here for the author talk."
"Author talk?" he said.
I nodded at him.
"Tonight is Weight Watchers," he explained, glancing towards the lecture hall.

I began to think I'd come to the wrong place, but then I was briefly encouraged when I spotted a small poster behind him, with a photo of me, and details of the author event - 7pm on the 11th.

"That's me." I pointed at the poster.
He turned, looked at the poster, then turned back to me.
"That's not 'til 11th of July," he said.

Everything snapped together in my mind very quickly. Had I not checked the date several times in the last few weeks? Of course I had. I'd checked it on my Amazon author page... unless...

I quickly looked through my emails. Sure enough, the event was down as July, not June. I'd obviously set the wrong month when posting the event on Amazon.

Understandably deflated, I turned to leave. To his credit, the man didn't laugh. But his parting line was sheer deadpan gold.

"See you again next month."