The weather in Dortmund was hotter than hell. I lived in an apartment on the outskirts of the city with my husband Les, a British soldier with the Royal Army Pay Corps. We loved our home, which sprawled across the top floor of a big old building, but it had no air conditioning. Heat rises of course and by mid afternoon it was unbearable. The living room window set into the sloping roof opened to the sky and offered no relief. It allowed a slight breeze to waft through, but it was hot and filled with little particles of silver shimmering in the sunlight, courtesy of a huge chemical plant close by. In an effort to soak up the sun, I perched on the window ledge, my legs dangling below me.
It was quiet, as I’m sure most people stayed indoors, where it was cooler. Those brave souls who passed by and saw me on that scorching Sunday afternoon were either amused or horrified by my precarious position, as I sat half in and half out of the third floor attic window. One or two laughed and waved, others yelled up at me with alarmed voices, perhaps thinking I was about to jump to my death.
Yes, my book is almost done.
I have labored for three years over this one, but it was a labor of love. I had an absolute blast whilst writing it.
Watch out for Dead of July which will be released in the fall.