Lately I've been spending eight to ten hours a day walking through the 17th century with a blind harper, and having a wonderful time.

The rewrite of my fifth novel, my personal favourite of all the stories I ever had published, is drawing to a close. And I have to say I'm enjoying it much more than I did the first time around 20 years ago.

As I read the original published version I'm embarrassed at my naivete. I really wasn't a very good writer back then. I've been through so much since Random House first put this novel into print as 'Carolan's Concerto". I've learned so much about the world since then.

The new title is a cracker, but I'm not going to share that with you just yet. Sorry. It's a big reveal. ;)
The next step is finding a screenwriter who can translate my tale into a series or a film. It's pushing 200 000 words so I think a mini series might be the best way to go.

It's a whole new book really so I'm going to count it as my 19th published work.

I can hear the music of Turlough O'Carolan when I fall asleep at night and I'm as inspired as ever by his story. Thank you, Turlough, for the gift of your music. I can almost feel you sitting at my shoulder as I work having a bloody good laugh.

I'll be dedicating it to the memory and the music of Toirḋealḃaċ Ó Cearḃalláin ( 1670 – 1738 )

I'll be announcing the Kindle release within the next few days.