I am very honored and happy to bring you a guest post by K.T. Findlay on his latest blog tour book, An Implacable Woman, which is a crime thriller with dark humor. Please join me in welcoming K.T.!
Finding Ideas by K.T. Findlay
A few years ago I paddled my canoe away from my parent’s village beach, turned north east and headed for the top of the bay, a couple of miles away. Apart from the odd house and small farmlet, the hills on both sides were covered in a thick natural forest, but at the very head of the bay was a wide strip of farmland that extended to the head of the bay after that, about five hundred metres further on. I pulled the canoe up onto a small beach between the craggy rocks that dominated most of the shoreline, and began to make my way inland through the forest, heading east.
The forest is dense here, with lots of undergrowth to work your way through, and the thickly clustered broad leaves of the trees cut out a lot of the light. It’s not dark exactly, but definitely dim, and not at all helpful.
I was looking for something that someone had told me about, and I hadn’t believed them. It had sounded too incredible for words. They’d told me that less than sixty years ago, this bit of forest had been a part of the beautiful farmland that still stood between the two bays, but that the house had been abandoned and the land allowed to return to the forest. I looked up at the well established trees that stood all around me, and wondered if all this had really sprung up on its own, with no human input whatsoever, in just sixty years?
After an hour of pushing my way through the undergrowth I got my answer. There was the house, or at least what was left of it. There wasn’t much to see to be honest, just the brick chimney really, and a grave that hadn’t received any love and attention for a good long time.
So it was true. There really had been a house here, and there’s absolutely no way you’d build a house buried amongst these trees. You’d freeze in winter, and even more important, to me anyway, was that all your books would go mouldy. The trees all looked to be the same height, so it hadn’t been built in a clearing, and therefore it had to have been a farm.
Okay, I could believe that bit, but had it really taken just sixty years to eliminate almost every trace?
I really paid attention to mother nature after that, and in this part of the world at least, she’s remarkably quick out of the blocks when mankind leaves her alone for a bit. And powerful too. Anyone who’s ever seen a flood is left in no doubt that water carries a strong punch, but tree roots? Oh my word. They’re amazing, and relentless, each species doing its own thing, ploughing remorselessly through the ground to get what it needs. It’s just the timescale that’s different, so we speedy creatures don’t tend to notice.
One of the places an author gets their ideas from is noticing the things that other people don’t, and taking the time to watch, and listen, and feel. Then, if we’re lucky, we’ll remember that special thing that nobody else noticed, at the right time, when we’re writing a book. Perhaps it’ll drive an entire book on its own, or maybe it just nestles the reader more firmly into the author’s world, but it’s there, in the book, and that has made all the difference.
If a tooth costs a tooth and an eye costs an eye
When a man hits his wife, then it’s his turn to die
Furious that the courts and police can’t prevent respected surgeon John Kirby from beating his wife, Sally Mellors steps in to save her. Permanently…
But Grace Kirby isn’t the only one who needs saving and Sally quickly discovers she’s taken on a much bigger job than she’d thought.
With her unique ability to blend justice with fun, Sally sets joyfully about the business of removing the monsters from women’s lives, but is she in danger of becoming a monster herself?
As her friends in the police get ever closer, Sally has some serious questions of her own to answer.
Additional Maps of where An Implacable Woman is set–https://ktfindlay.com/an-implacable-woman-maps/
K.T. Findlay lives on a small farm where he dovetails his writing with fighting the blackberry and convincing the quadbike that killing its rider isn’t a vital part of its job description.
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