After writing dozens of non-fiction books on mysteries, witchcraft, zombies, ghosts, poltergeists, murders,
bodysnatching and other gleeful subjects, I’ve finally finished my first novel.
It’s a vampire novel, which will perhaps surprise no one given my genre tastes, but in addition to featuring serial
killers, explosions, bodily naughtiness, and jokes about Jimi Hendrix, it is also an alternative history.
Basically, I’m attempting to do nothing less than replace the current standard vampire mythology with an entirely
new one based around evolutionary biology and cutting-edge archaeological thinking.
I know, modesty has always been one of my greater faults.
Now that the novel is finished, the real hard work begins: trying to find a publisher or agent. Despite having written 31 non-fiction books, when it comes to getting a first novel published I’m back on the starting block.
I’ll let you know how I get on.