Finished my new book in March 2024, or finally decided it was time to consider it finished. Never quite certain a book can’t be improved, but life is short. And by book, I mean two books since my writer friend Anne MacLeod pointed out my book was really two books and the kindest thing would be to separate them. The longer I work on a book, the less objective I am, so her astute observation was a godsend. Miraculously, they fell into two logical entities with appropriate names – The Love of Thousands, and A Hundred Thousand Birthdays. What are they about? About everything. About who we are and where we come from – biologically, genetically, societally. I cannot write non-fiction – I lack the objectivity and patience – so the stories are told through the narratives of individual characters, starting with a microbe called Kevin bobbing in a not very salty sea. It was a joy to write, and I sent it out to the publishing world, bracing myself for a flood of offers. Check me out, the humble established author about to grace the world with books whose titles would one day become household words. Ha!