Kidnapped

OK, so Kidnap to the Future is busy not being written.

I mean, that’s not entirely true. I’ve known the story, structure, and ending for two years now. But it’s proving much harder to write than I ever imagined.

‘But Miles, it’s just going to be the same solid chunk of hi-jinx and dick jokes as before - how hard can it be?’

I hear you, this should be child’s play. But it’s not, it’s a fiddly muddle that requires all my concentration and mental bandwidth. And it really doesn’t help that I’ve never been good at the former, whilst my brain is pretty much on dial-up. (Ask your Granddad.)

So, a good third of the book is finished, and the skeletal outline of the plotting is there for the meaty flesh to be grafted on. Nevertheless, it remains an unfinished draft, desperately in search of those magnificent final words, ‘The End’.

Doesn’t mean I’m not writing. Apart from a few more magazines winging their way towards a newsagents near you, I’ve also been compiling a completely different project. Something I’ve been working on since before Dad to the Future was ever published, it’s tonally world’s apart from James Harpman and his time travel tomfoolery. Once I’ve finished that - and I’m not putting an ETA on this or any other muthafucka again - I’ll get back to that Kidnap across time I keep promising to finish.

Fingers crossed.

Love, Miles. x