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Just returned after a few months break from this site and from the incessant tinkering with one's work which seems to result.
While I can't promise to be quite as active as before, I shall try to get back to everyone who has shown an interest in this first novel of mine.
Special thanks to those who have read all the way through and given me such valuable pointers for improvement.

WHY CONNECTED?
Years ago, at university, a fellow student had a breakdown and was admitted to the local psychiatric hospital. A few, who knew him well, went to visit and reported that he'd subsequently lost the plot and was now gabbling incomprehensibly about having found the answer to life, the universe and everything. Apparently it was all to do with concentric circles which he proceeded to draw on every available surface including himself.

While most people seemed consumed with sadness and pity at this, my first thought was "What if he really had discovered some universal truth?" 

Although I never seriously believed that he had, it was on that day that the seed of an idea lodged in my brain - a seed that in the summer of 2002 would germinate into the drafting of the first three chapters of CONNECTED from a cabin in the French Alps.

I then returned to the reality of a career in IT marketing and the novel was relegated to the back-burner where it sat simmering for another seven years. Finally, last August, finding myself with an opportunity to take some time out, I picked it up where I'd left off and in February this year, added those two long awaited words: THE END.

It's hard to express how much I enjoyed writing this novel or the sense of satisfaction having finished. If I succeed in finding a publisher, that would be wonderful. If I don't, that will be fine too.

If you're tempted to read it, I hope only that you enjoy it. If you subsequently see fit to leave comments and back it, I will be very grateful.

favourite books

William Boyd, Any human heart
Ian McKewan, Saturday
Ayn Rand, Fountainhead
William Gibson, Neuromancer
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle
Kazuo Ishiguru, The remains of the day

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