Writers can usually only dream of being able to lock themselves away to work uninterrupted by the 'real world'. But my dream came true over the lockdown period. I started my new book on May 1 and it's finished.
It's called:
Jacko. One Bloke. One Year.
Here's the cover blurb:
Jackson Fearnsby’s fiftieth year began badly, ended better,
and was in between punctuated by a series of seasonal events and anniversaries
shared with his friends and family. Set in Auckland, New Zealand, in 1950, this
story follows the life of an ordinary man in an ordinary job living an ordinary
life with his ordinary family in an ordinary city — then no more than a large
town — while struggling with the doubts and anxieties which came with
middle-age to an already troubled mind.
