Lost my Muse

I was damned lucky to get to spend fifty-two years with Jane. I really wanted more.

Some of the people who have read my Jack Beer mysteries have asked whether there is much of me in Jack or much of Jane in Sheila, his love-interest. I have always said, ‘just a little.’ But that isn’t true. The love between those two fictional characters is unwavering, which is way more than ‘just a little.’