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It’s been a few years since I took down the justinpeterbeaney.co.uk site and decided that all that “trying to be a writer” malarkey was a luxury (both financial and emotional) that I couldn’t afford. But you know what? The bug seems to have snuck up on me again lately, an affliction that certainly took me by surprise, I can tell you. Of course, I now look back on the period of time when I genuinely thought I might actually end up being a popular and successful novelist with a certain degree of… well, embarrassment. Who on earth was that naïve and misguided individual?  You know, the one with the over-inflated sense of his own talent and a complete lack of insight into how the literary business really works. Ironically, that embarrassment is made worse by the fact that I’d already been there once before when, as a teenager I was totally and utterly convinced I was going to be a rock star. At least I never thought I was going to be an astronaut. Although of course, there’s still time…

Anyway, refreshed with new enthusiasm just for the simple pleasure of making up stuff and writing it down, I thought I might crawl out of the dark hole I’d stuck myself in and, first and foremost, remind people that, yes, I did actually once write some of that aforementioned stuff. And that one or two people (and it literally was one or two, even if they seemed for the most part to be in countries other than England, which was always rather weird) seemed to quite like it. A bit.

So, good to my word (I do like that about me) here is the previously forewarned reminder…

Kasdeja’s Children is still available from… well, lots of on-line places actually (do a search on Google, it’s true!), but as an example, those famous Amazon-type peeps usually seem to have a copy (click here). Although I have just noticed you can get a copy for £0.01 in the Amazon Marketplace, which is always a crush to the ego.

Painted Gold, meanwhile, is available from… well, me. Get in touch if you’d like to buy a copy. It’ll mean I have to go up into the attic and root around for a bit to find one but… hey, who am I kidding, there are boxes of them, so it shouldn’t take too long.  And don’t worry, it’s not damp or anything up there, so they all still look shiny and new. My biggest fear is that I’ll trip over a copy of my very first (and, thankfully, unpublished) novel Who Will Catch Him Falling? which would be a scary and rather traumatic experience. Believe me, it really would.

And for the future? Well, my first task at hand is to get Painted Gold available on Kindle. Is there a demand for this, I ask?  Who knows, but those lovely Amazon people can do this for nothing (“ah-ha!” you cry), so why not, eh? Once I’ve got that organised (it does look a wee bit complicated), the next step is to get the totally unpublished Fatal Sisters set up for Kindle publication too. This was a novel I completed a few years back, but could never get published without going down the vanity route once again and spending more money that (a) I couldn’t afford and (b) I could otherwise have been spending on cake. And cheese. And prog, of course (how could we forget, eh?).

And then there’s the two (yes, two!!!) novels I’m now writing, simultaneously. And when I say simultaneously, I don’t mean dressing up with a cape and standing with arms outstretched as my fingers dance a twisting counterpoint over 2 squared-up keyboards – ye Gods, I’m not that prog – I just mean, you know, dipping into now and then, when I feel the urge, one way or the other.

Should anyone care…