On clocks and watches and the passing of time

Photo by Brooke-Campbell

When I left the navy, I took off my watch and let time lose track of me.

Okay, that’s got my pompous litfic-ish catchphrase (that I coined on that day and have never forgotten) out of the way. On with the post.

My friend Kari Trenten asked this on Facebook:

Random question while I research…do you like clocks? Do you enjoy old fashioned time pieces or do you carry around something modern to tell time with?

It’s a fine pair of questions, and her curiosity jogged my memories of something very dear to me.

All through my childhood, my favourite clock was my Nan and Grandad’s. It’s a Napoleon’s hat-shaped mantle clock of pale reddish-blond wood that used to chime pleasantly on the hour and give a part-chime every quarter hour too.

A hundred years old now, I should think, it had a lovely delicate tone. It was quite heavy, about ten inches across its base, maybe six inches high and four inches deep, and contained a fine working mechanism that no one was permitted to touch except Grandad.

It sits in my Mum’s house now. After some years of neglect, she had it renovated to keep time accurately, but decided not to have the chime fixed.

She knows it’s the only thing I want to inherit. My memories of Nan and Grandad’s home are a treasure. It was a sanctuary for me, that place, and the clock was always there. When it comes to me I will certainly have its chime restored.

Overwhelmed by a plotbunny!

Photo by Tyler NixOh. My. Goodness. A huge plotbunny overwhelmed me this morning, just as I’m gearing up to write Book 2 of my space opera series this summer.

It’s about as far from science fiction as it could be.¬†Fallen angels living and working on Earth, and possibly, probably, one of its main characters being a biromantic asexual Christian clergywoman of whichever denomination I settle on eventually.

It will continue on from – and definitely mine deeper into – the world of my first ever published book, Beauty and the Bastard, the rights for which returned to me some time ago.

This idea feels delicious. Delightfully dark urban fantasy with some deep theology, 25 years after I studied it. I’ll need to brush up on my eschatology, and more.

All that remains is to decide where it will fit into my to-be-written schedule. And then to write it. ūüôā

Ghost story in space Damage Control released to celebrate PRIDE!

Damage Control cover

A Christmas ghost story in space starring two brave young women engineers who happen to be in love, this previously published title is now rewritten as an adult novella and released to celebrate PRIDE.

“Damage Control is action, love and loyalty all wrapped around an intriguing Science Fiction puzzle.” USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR KIM KNOX

Kath Preston and Jen Stenberg are damage control engineers in the generation starship¬†Romeo,¬†582 years into its 800-year journey from frozen Earth to humanity’s hopeful future on planet Nirvana. When they were schoolgirl best friends,¬†Romeo’s¬†population was doubled to 10,000 by taking on survivors from its stricken sister ship¬†Juliet¬†in the disaster that claimed the life of Kath’s hero father Peter.

On Christmas Eve seventeen years later, in the space of a single 24-hour duty while the people of¬†Romeo¬†are preparing to enjoy the holiday, can Kath and Jen step into Peter’s hero shoes when the actions of a murderous rogue crewman and the lurking ghost of the¬†Juliet¬†conspire to threaten¬†Romeo’s¬†safety and the lives of those they love?

DAMAGE CONTROL is available to buy from these outlets.

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