Maybe trite, a tad cliché, but too true not to reiterate. Change applies to everyone, across races, zip codes and income brackets.  So whether you’ve come to Fresh Fiction as a writer or a reader or both, I hope you find value in this post. If you are a writer, your life revolves around change.  Whether pubbed or pre-pubbed, writers all deal with those shifting plot lines, that character who insists he will absolutely not wear loafers, the disappointment of losing a critique partner or turmoil of diminished writing time. If you’re published there are even more areas for potential change, such as needing to write in a new genre, changing your voice or adopting a pseudonym.  What happens if your agent gets pregnant and goes out on maternity leave, or your publishing house reorganizes and you find yourself with a new editor, or worse, the house drops the line you write for…and you have no editor?  This industry constantly changes cover art, titles, release dates, promotional offerings, conference dates… I could go on, but I won’t.  My point is that change is unavoidable.  It’s not a matter of whether or not it will happen, but when.  The more you anticipate…

Inspector Benedict Devlin #3 September 2010 On Sale: September 14, 2010 Featuring: Inspector Benedict Devlin 304 pages ISBN: 0312599471 EAN: 9780312599478 Hardcover $24.99  Add to Wish List Mystery Buy at Amazon.com We’re all Irish on 3/17, so begins our books set in Ireland week. A good solid police procedural. Bleed A Deep River by Brian McGilloway The third book in the internationally acclaimed Inspector Devlin series When a U. S. diplomat is attacked during the opening of a Donegal gold mine, Inspector Benedict Devlin is disciplined for the lapse in security. The gunman turns out to be an environmentalist who is the brother of an old friend of Devlin’s. Then the shooter is found dead near the mine and Devlin begins to suspect that the business is a front for something far more sinister Excerpt Chapter One Friday, 29 September ‘They’ve uncovered a body out at the new mine.’ It took me a few seconds to realize the speaker was addressing me. I looked up from my desk to where Superintendent Harry Patterson loomed over me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘They’ve dug up a body out at the mine,’ he said irritably. ‘We’re going out there. It’s a dead body,’ he explained,…