‘Sunday in New York’ – A beta reader’s view

I’m not a fan of romance novels but …

There was something about this one that resonated with me.

This is a novel about a world generally ruled by perception, and how people perceive what they see, what they are told, and what they want to believe.

I’ve been guilty of it myself, as I’m sure we all have at one time or another.

For the main characters, Harry and Alison, other issues are driving their relationship.

For Alison, it is a loss of self-worth through losing her job and from losing her mother and, in a sense, her sister.

For Harry, it is the fact that he has a beautiful and desirable wife, his belief that she is the object of other men’s desires, and, in particular, his immediate superior’s.

Between observation, the less-than-honest motives of his friends, a lot of jumping to conclusions based on very little fact, and you have the basis of one very interesting story.

When it all comes to a head, Alison finds herself in a desperate situation, and she realises only the truth will save their marriage.

But is it all the truth?

What would we do in similar circumstances?

Rarely does a book have me so enthralled that I could not put it down until I knew the result. They might be considered two people who should have known better, but as is often the case, they had to get past what they both thought was the truth.

And the moral of this story, if it could be said there is one, is that nothing is ever what it seems.

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The cinema of my dreams – I always wanted to see the planets – Episode 25

Are we there yet?

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Even being in the fastest ship we had in the fleet, it still felt like it would take a lifetime to catch up to the alien ship, and I had to wonder at the pioneers of space travel who had to hibernate for the better part of a year, and sometimes a lot longer, to get to the other planets.

For us, time versus distance was measured a lot less that it used to be, but it would still take a long time, and we were prepared for it. What the real problem was, how long it would take us to be in a position to rescue our crew members.

Or how they felt being prisoners on an alien space craft, and how they were being treated, or even whether the aliens were either willing or capable of looking after them.

It was going to be a very interesting conversation I would have with the captain if or when we finally found them.

But knowing we might be in a fruitless chase to rescue our crew members just added to the frustration. I divided my time between the day room and pacing the bridge, looking out into the inky blackness, at times wishing something, anything, would appear to break the monotony

The science department on the other hand had a plethora of data, and no shortage of theories, but little concrete evidence of what they were calling space corridors, which were much like elevators only horizontal.

Chalmers still stuck to his belief in what he called worm hole, but was unable to advance a theory of whether the pre existed, or whether the alien ships created them as a means if getting quickly from one part if the universe to the other.

My report to the Admiral was scant on facts, except for one, that we were not alone in the universe. It Waldo precipitated a meeting of the brightest scientific minds back on the planet on the subject of alien life, and the universe itself.

At least some people were happy.

Meanwhile, the question of the ship’s speed became another topic, and it was being suggested that with a little tinkering, we could push more out of the propulsion unit, ‘tinkering’ being the operative word.

The subject was quite technical and although I had some knowledge of the mechanics, it was not enough, and I felt a little out of my depth when included in the discussions, relying heavily on the expertise of the Chief Engineer and his staff.

It was quite daunting that they were mentioning speeds up to the speed of light, now that they knew the structural integrity of the ship was not affected by the higher speed. I was not aware that it could have been a factor, but then I hadn’t known the ship was made out of an alloy that some said came from alien technology found on our planet.

Like most I believed the story that the compound that enabled us to get onto space was a freak discovery, even despite the rumours. Now, within the confines of a select group on board the ship and back at space command, those rumours had become a reality.

It was a lot to take in and I had to wonder how much the previous captain knew, and whether he was ever going to tell me. Sometimes ignorance was bliss, or so the saying went.

We’d been hurtling through space for three days when the Chief Engineer called me. I was in the day room reading up on the protocols we were supposed to adopt if or when we met new entities, and at a point where I couldn’t believe some of what I was reading.

“Sir, we think we might be able the squeeze a little more out of the engines.”

I wondered how much that little more was.

“How so?”

“The technical explanation would probably take a week, but with a few adjustments we might get a hundred percent improvement.”

“Risk factor?”

“Nothing comes without a risk, sir, but more or less as it was explained at the last conference “

In other words, any risk was worth it.

“The downside being we could be stuck in space until someone could come and rescue us.”

“Provided life support remains up and running, yes. But I believe the risk is minimal. We all signed up knowing that in all likelihood it might be a one way trip.”

Stating the obvious didn’t make the decision Amy easier. That responsibility for over 2,000 others on board weighed heavily.

“OK. I’ll make an announcement to the crew. Be on the bridge in fifteen minutes.”

“Aye, sir.”

Fifteen minutes precisely, we were looking out into the inky blackness, everyone battened down. For the first time, I sat in the captains chair with the feeling that I should be there rather than just keeping the seat warm for when the real captain returned.

A strange phrase came into my head, just seconds before I gave the order, death or glory.

“Helmsman?”

He turned. “Sir?”

“Let’s go.”

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A photograph from the inspirational bin – 7

There is always something strange about certain photographs that is not evident when you take them.

For instance, the photograph above.

While this might look like vegetation by the side of a river or stream, it’s the blackness behind what look like steps up from the water level that adds a level of intrigue or mystery.

For instance:

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We had spent two weeks slowly going upriver looking for a needle in a haystack. It was an apt description, because there had been quite a large number of likely spots, all of which, after investigation, came to nothing.

I mean, the description Professor Bates had given was as hazy as day is long in these parts.

His recollection: that it was a cave-like space behind lush undergrowth, with stone steps.

It was all the more confusing. Because when we found him, he was drifting on a rough-hewn and constructed raft, half dead from dehydration. We were told he’d been on the raft for nearly a week.

That meant the cave could be anywhere between where we found him at the 10 mile mark and 200 miles further on, based on river flow.

We were currently at the 150-mile mark, and the river was losing depth and width; soon, there would not be enough water to continue in the boat.

It was dusk and too dark to continue. We’d been enthusiastic in those first days, continuing on in the dark, on shifts, using the arc lamps.

Then, after a week, having lights on made us target practise, and after several brushes with death, and the loss of all the bulbs being shot out, we got the message.

There was the odd marauder during the day, but we had the width of the river for safety. Now that had gone too, and we had lookouts posted, but seeing into the dense jungle was difficult.

But we got through another night with no activity, and come morning, what looked like the entrance to a cave was not fifteen feet from us.

All we had to do was row over and check.

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What I learned about writing – Book Reviews

The Review Ripple Effect: How to Capture Those Elusive Reads That Drive Sales

Let’s be honest. As authors, we pour our hearts and souls into crafting our stories. We agonize over plot twists, perfect our prose, and dream of our books finding their way into the hands of eager readers. But once that book is out in the world, there’s a crucial element that can make or break its success: book reviews.

We all know the power they hold. A string of glowing reviews acts like a beacon, drawing in new readers and reassuring them that your book is worth their precious time and money. It’s the “social proof” that whispers, “This is good! Other people liked it, so you probably will too!” And this, my friends, is where the magic of the review ripple effect begins: more sales lead to more reviews, which in turn lead to even more sales. It’s a virtuous cycle, and one that every author should be focused on cultivating.

But here’s the rub: getting those reviews can feel like trying to catch lightning in a bottle. Readers are busy. They might love your book, but the thought of actually sitting down and writing a review can slip their minds. So, how do we bridge that gap? How do we encourage our readers to become our most valuable marketing asset?

The good news is, it’s not rocket science. There are fundamental, actionable steps you can take to significantly increase your chances of receiving those coveted reviews. It’s about building a system, being proactive, and making it as easy as possible for your readers to share their thoughts.

Here are the fundamental steps to getting those essential book reviews:

1. Make Your Book a Review-Worthy Experience from Page One

This might seem obvious, but it’s the absolute bedrock. You can’t expect reviews if the book itself isn’t a positive experience. This means:

Exceptional Storytelling: A compelling plot, well-developed characters, and a satisfying resolution are non-negotiable.
Professional Editing: Typos, grammatical errors, and awkward phrasing are review killers. Invest in professional editing – it shows you respect your readers and your craft.
Polished Formatting: Whether it’s an e-book or a print book, clean and easy-to-read formatting is essential for a smooth reading experience.

2. Explicitly Ask for Reviews (At the Right Time and Place)

Don’t be shy! Readers often need a gentle nudge.

The “Thank You” Page: This is the most common and effective place. At the end of your book, after the story is concluded, include a dedicated page thanking your readers and politely asking them to consider leaving a review on their preferred platform (e.g., Amazon, Goodreads, etc.).
Author Website/Blog: Have a dedicated page or section on your website that links to your book’s reviews pages on various retailers and Goodreads. You can also include a call to action in blog posts or newsletters.
Email Newsletter: This is gold! When you send out newsletters, don’t just talk about your new releases. Remind your subscribers about your existing books and include a direct link to where they can leave a review.

Pro-Tip: Frame your request positively. Instead of “If you didn’t hate my book, please leave a review,” try something like, “If you enjoyed [Book Title], I would be so grateful if you could take a moment to leave a review. Your feedback helps other readers discover the story.”

3. Leverage Your Existing Audience

Your biggest fans are often your most willing reviewers.

Beta Readers and ARC Teams: Before your book is officially launched, send Advanced Reader Copies (ARCs) to a select group of loyal readers, fellow authors, or book bloggers. Clearly communicate your needs – that you’re hoping for honest reviews upon release.
Street Teams: For more dedicated fans, consider forming a “street team” who are enthusiastic about promoting your book. This can involve sharing on social media, leaving early reviews, and spreading the word.

4. Make It Easy: Provide Direct Links

This is a crucial step many authors overlook. Don’t just tell people to “leave a review on Amazon.” Provide direct, clickable links to the review sections of the platforms where you want reviews.

On your “Thank You” page: Include links for Amazon, Goodreads, etc.
In your newsletter: Ensure your review links are prominent and easy to click.
On your website: Have a dedicated “Review Us” page with all the relevant links.

The less friction there is, the more likely people are to follow through.

5. Engage With Reviewers (Thoughtfully)

When readers take the time to leave a review, acknowledge their effort.

Thank you on social media: If a reader posts about leaving a review or shares a particularly insightful review, thank them publicly (if appropriate).
Respond to comments (where possible): On platforms like Goodreads, you might be able to “like” or respond to certain comments.

Important Note: Be cautious about directly engaging with negative reviews. It’s often best to let them stand unless they contain factual inaccuracies or are outright abusive. Focus your energy on celebrating the positive feedback.

The Ongoing Cycle

Building a robust review profile is not a one-time task. It’s an ongoing effort that complements your writing and marketing. As you release new books, you’ll repeat these steps. For your existing books, periodically remind your audience about them and the value of reviews.

By implementing these fundamental steps, you’re not just asking for reviews; you’re building a system that fosters reader engagement and ultimately drives the review ripple effect. And that, dear authors, is the key to unlocking greater readership and, yes, more sales.

What are your biggest challenges when it comes to getting book reviews? Share in the comments below!

365 Days of Writing, 2026 – 271

Day 271 – Making the reader feel like they’re part of the story

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Creating the Illusion of Reality: What James Clavell Can Teach Us About Immersive Fiction

“The goal of writing any novel is creating the illusion you are reading reality and you are part of it.” — James Clavell

When you open James Clavell’s monumental Asian Saga—whether you’re dodging assassins in feudal Japan with Shōgun or navigating the cutthroat corporate boardrooms of 1960s Hong Kong in Noble House—you aren’t just reading a book. You are living somewhere else. You smell the rotting vegetation of the jungle, you taste the bitter green tea, and you feel the suffocating tension of cultural collision.

Clavell, a master storyteller who survived a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, understood something fundamental about the human psyche: our brains are hardwired for stories, but they only surrender to them when the illusion of reality is absolute.

How do you achieve this literary magic trick? How do you pull a reader out of their cozy armchair and drop them squarely into a fictional world, making them believe, if only for a few hundred pages, that it is real?

Let’s unpack Clavell’s profound philosophy and explore how writers can use it to craft unforgettable, immersive fiction.

1. Sensory Grounding: Making the Unreal Tangible

The quickest way to shatter the illusion of reality is through a sterile landscape. If your characters are walking through a room that has no specific smell, texture, or temperature, the reader’s brain wakes up and remembers: I am looking at ink on paper.

Clavell was a master of sensory immersion. He didn’t just tell you a character was angry; he described the “bile rising in the throat” or the “sweat freezing on the back of the neck.”

Sight and Colour: Go beyond the basic colour wheel. Describe the bruised purple of a twilight sky or the dull, oily sheen of a newly cleaned katana.
Sound and Silence: What does the silence sound like? Is it heavy, oppressive, or ringing with the distant hum of cicadas?
Smell: Olfactory memory is the strongest trigger in the human brain. Use it. The scent of woodsmoke, cheap gin, damp wool, or fear-sweat will anchor a reader instantly.

The Takeaway: To make a reader feel like they are part of the scene, bombard their senses. Make your fictional world physically real to them.

2. Radical Authenticity in Detail (Even in Made-Up Worlds)

Whether writing historical fiction, fantasy, or sci-fi, the secret to believability is specificity. Clavell spent years researching Japanese culture, maritime navigation, and political machinations before writing Shōgun. Because he understood the precise terminology of sailing a 17th-century ship and the rigid, life-or-death etiquette of the samurai, the world felt unshakeable.

Readers can smell a bluff from a mile away. If you are writing about a futuristic dystopia, you don’t need a 50-page info-dump on how the ray guns work, but you do need to know how the characters maintain them, what they cost on the black market, and how the metal feels when it gets hot.

Research deeply: Know ten times more about your setting than you actually put on the page. That iceberg of knowledge gives your writing weight.
Use jargon naturally: Let characters use the language of their profession or world without stopping to explain every little term to the reader. This treats the reader like an insider, pulling them deeper into the illusion.

3. Psychological Realism: Flawed Humans, Not Plot Puppets

You can have the most meticulously researched setting in the world, but if the people moving through it feel like cardboard cutouts, the illusion shatters.

Clavell’s characters—like John Blackthorne or Dirk Struan—are gloriously flawed. They are driven by base survival instincts, petty jealousies, profound loyalties, and blinding prejudices. They make terrible mistakes, misread situations, and suffer the consequences.

To make the reader feel like they are part of the story, the internal life of your characters must mirror the messy reality of human consciousness:

Conflicting desires: People rarely want just one thing. They want to do the right thing, but they also want to survive; they love someone, but they also resent them.
Subjective perception: No character sees the world objectively. A nervous character will interpret a falling leaf as an ambush; a confident one will see it as a sign of renewal. Filter the world through the psychological state of your POV character.

4. Stakes That Matter (Life, Death, and Identity)

In reality, choices have consequences. If a novel is going to feel real, the reader must feel that the characters have skin in the game.

In Clavell’s novels, the stakes are almost always existential. It’s not just about winning an argument; it’s about honour, survival, empire-building, or avoiding a brutal execution. When the stakes are high, the reader leans in. Their heart rate increases. They forget to check their phones.

Even in contemporary or quiet literary fiction where the stakes aren’t life-or-death physical combat, the emotional stakes must feel catastrophic to the protagonist. If heartbreak feels like the end of the world to the character, the writer must make it feel like the end of the world to the reader.

The Ultimate Goal: Empathy Through Immersion

Why do we chase this illusion? Why do writers spend years bleeding over manuscripts, and why do readers devour them?

Because, as James Clavell suggests, great fiction offers a radical form of expansion. It allows us to live a thousand lives instead of just one. When a novel successfully creates the illusion of reality, the reader stops being a passive observer and becomes an active participant. They sit in the samurai’s council room; they stand on the deck of the rolling galleon; they feel the crushing weight of the decision.

As writers, our job isn’t merely to tell a story. It is to build a doorway, step through it ourselves, and leave it wide open for the reader to follow.

What about you? What is the last novel that successfully tricked your brain into believing it was real? Let us know in the comments below!

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In a word: Nobody

This is sometimes how we must feel when overlooked or ignored, like a nobody.

And some people will treat you like a nobody, i.e. someone who is just not important.

That’s just one use of the word.

Another might be…

Who did that to your room?

‘Nobody’ is the plaintiff’s reply. The infamous Mr Nobody. We’ve never met him, but he’s always there. And, what’s more, he seems to be able to be in more than one place at a time.

Then there’s that time when there’s nobody in the room, nobody agreed with me, hell, that happens all the time, and when I rang your phone nobody answered.

Nobody? Was I expecting Mr Nobody to answer? Surely the response should have been, ‘and you didn’t answer’.

Of course, let’s not delve too deep here, lest we might find out something we didn’t want to know.

I went to your house last night, but nobody was home.

How is it we refer to the people whom we know live in that house as ‘nobody’. Shouldn’t we be saying, ‘none of you was at home’?

It seems nobody is one of those words we often use in vain.

An excerpt from “Echoes from the Past”

Available on Amazon Kindle here: https://amzn.to/2CYKxu4

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With my attention elsewhere, I walked into a man who was hurrying in the opposite direction. He was a big man with a scar running down the left side of his face from the eye socket to the mouth, and he was wearing a black shirt with a red tie.

That was all I remembered as my heart almost stopped.

He apologised as he stepped to one side, the same way I stepped, as I also muttered an apology.

I kept my eyes down. He was not the sort of man I wanted to recognise later in a lineup. I stepped to the other side, and so did he. It was one of those situations. Finally getting out of sync, he kept going in his direction, and I went towards the bus, which was now pulling away from the curb.

Getting my breath back, I just stood riveted to the spot watching it join the traffic. I looked back over my shoulder, but the man I’d run into had gone. I shrugged and looked at my watch. It would be a few minutes before the next bus arrived.

Wait, or walk? I could also go by subway, but it was a long walk to the station. What the hell, I needed the exercise.

At the first intersection, the ‘Walk’ sign had just flashed to ‘Don’t Walk’. I thought I’d save a few minutes by not waiting for the next green light. As I stepped onto the road, I heard the screeching of tyres.

A yellow car stopped inches from me.

It was a high-powered sports car, perhaps a Lamborghini. I knew what they looked like because Marcus Bartleby owned one, as did every other junior executive in the city with a rich father.

Everyone stopped to look at me, then the car. It was that sort of car. I could see the driver through the windscreen shaking his fist, and I could see he was yelling too, but I couldn’t hear him. I stepped back onto the sidewalk, and he drove on. The moment had passed, and everyone went back to their business.

My heart rate hadn’t come down from the last encounter. Now it was approaching cardiac arrest, so I took a few minutes and several sets of lights to regain composure.

At the next intersection, I waited for the green light, and then a few seconds more, just to be sure. I was no longer in a hurry.

Next, I heard what sounded like a gunshot. A few people looked around, worried expressions on their faces, but when it happened again, I saw it was an old car backfiring. I also saw another yellow car, much the same as the one before, stopped on the side of the road. I thought nothing of it, other than it was the second yellow car I’d seen.

At the next intersection, I realised I was subconsciously heading towards Harry’s new bar. It was somewhere on 6^th Avenue, so I continued walking in what I thought was the right direction.

I don’t know why I looked behind me at the next intersection, but I did. There was another yellow car on the side of the road, not far from me. It, too, looked the same as the original Lamborghini, and I was starting to think it was not a coincidence.

Moments after crossing the road, I heard the roar of a sports car engine and saw the yellow car accelerate past me. As it passed by, I saw there were two people in it, and the blurry image of the passenger was a large man with a red tie.

Now my imagination was playing tricks.

It could not be the same man. He was going in a different direction.

In the few minutes I’d been standing on the pavement, it had started to snow; early for this time of year, and marking the start of what could be a long, cold winter. I shuddered, and it was not necessarily because of the temperature.

I looked up and saw a neon light advertising a bar, coincidentally the one Harry had ‘found’ and, looking once in the direction of the departing yellow car, I decided to go in. I would have a few drinks and then leave through the back door if there were one.

Just in case.

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Inspiration, maybe – Volume 1

50 photographs, 50 stories, of which there is one of the 50 below.

They all start with –

A picture paints … well, as many words as you like. For instance:

And the story:

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It was once said that a desperate man has everything to lose.

The man I was chasing was desperate, but I, on the other hand, was more desperate to catch him.

He’d left a trail of dead people from one end of the island to the other.

The team had put in a lot of effort to locate him, and now his capture was imminent. We were following the car he was in, from a discreet distance, and, at the appropriate time, we would catch up, pull him over, and make the arrest.

There was nowhere for him to go.

The road led to a dead-end, and the only way off the mountain was back down the road we were now on. Which was why I was somewhat surprised when we discovered where he was.

Where was he going?

“Damn,” I heard Alan mutter. He was driving, being careful not to get too close, but not far enough away to lose sight of him.

“What?”

“I think he’s made us.”

“How?”

“Dumb bad luck, I’m guessing. Or he expected we’d follow him up the mountain. He’s just sped up.”

“How far away?”

“A half-mile. We should see him higher up when we turn the next corner.”

It took an eternity to get there, and when we did, Alan was right, only he was further on than we thought.”

“Step on it. Let’s catch him up before he gets to the top.”

Easy to say, not so easy to do. The road was treacherous, and in places, just gravel, and there were no guard rails to stop a three-thousand-foot fall down the mountainside.

Good thing then, I had the foresight to have three agents on the hill for just such a scenario.

Ten minutes later, we were in sight of the car, still moving quickly, but we were going slightly faster. We’d catch up just short of the summit car park.

Or so we thought.

Coming quickly around another corner, we almost slammed into the car we’d been chasing.

“What the hell…” Aland muttered.

I was out of the car and over to see if he was in it, but I knew that it was only a slender possibility. The car was empty, and no indication of where he had gone.

Certainly not up the road. It was relatively straightforward for the next mile, at which we would have reached the summit. Up the mountainside from here, or down.

I looked up. Nothing.

Alan yelled out, “He’s not going down, not that I can see, but if he did, there’s hardly a foothold and that’s a long fall.”

Then where did he go?

Then a man looking very much like our quarry came out from behind a rock embedded just a short distance up the hill.

“Sorry,” he said quite calmly. “Had to go if you know what I mean.”

I’d lost him.

It was as simple as that.

I had been led a merry chase up the hill, and all the time he was getting away in a different direction.

I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, letting my desperation blind me to the disguise that anyone else would see through in an instant.

It was a lonely sight, looking down that road, knowing that I had to go all that way down again, only this time, without having to throw caution to the wind.

“Maybe next time,” Alan said.

“We’ll get him. It’s just a matter of time.”

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Find this and other stories in “Inspiration, maybe”, available soon.

365 Days of Writing, 2026 – 271

Day 271 – Making the reader feel like they’re part of the story

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Creating the Illusion of Reality: What James Clavell Can Teach Us About Immersive Fiction

“The goal of writing any novel is creating the illusion you are reading reality and you are part of it.” — James Clavell

Let’s unpack Clavell’s profound philosophy and explore how writers can use it to craft unforgettable, immersive fiction.

1. Sensory Grounding: Making the Unreal Tangible

Clavell was a master of sensory immersion. He didn’t just tell you a character was angry; he described the “bile rising in the throat” or the “sweat freezing on the back of the neck.”

Sight and Colour: Go beyond the basic colour wheel. Describe the bruised purple of a twilight sky or the dull, oily sheen of a newly cleaned katana.
Sound and Silence: What does the silence sound like? Is it heavy, oppressive, or ringing with the distant hum of cicadas?
Smell: Olfactory memory is the strongest trigger in the human brain. Use it. The scent of woodsmoke, cheap gin, damp wool, or fear-sweat will anchor a reader instantly.

The Takeaway: To make a reader feel like they are part of the scene, bombard their senses. Make your fictional world physically real to them.

2. Radical Authenticity in Detail (Even in Made-Up Worlds)

Research deeply: Know ten times more about your setting than you actually put on the page. That iceberg of knowledge gives your writing weight.
Use jargon naturally: Let characters use the language of their profession or world without stopping to explain every little term to the reader. This treats the reader like an insider, pulling them deeper into the illusion.

3. Psychological Realism: Flawed Humans, Not Plot Puppets

You can have the most meticulously researched setting in the world, but if the people moving through it feel like cardboard cutouts, the illusion shatters.

To make the reader feel like they are part of the story, the internal life of your characters must mirror the messy reality of human consciousness:

Conflicting desires: People rarely want just one thing. They want to do the right thing, but they also want to survive; they love someone, but they also resent them.
Subjective perception: No character sees the world objectively. A nervous character will interpret a falling leaf as an ambush; a confident one will see it as a sign of renewal. Filter the world through the psychological state of your POV character.

4. Stakes That Matter (Life, Death, and Identity)

In reality, choices have consequences. If a novel is going to feel real, the reader must feel that the characters have skin in the game.

The Ultimate Goal: Empathy Through Immersion

Why do we chase this illusion? Why do writers spend years bleeding over manuscripts, and why do readers devour them?

As writers, our job isn’t merely to tell a story. It is to build a doorway, step through it ourselves, and leave it wide open for the reader to follow.

What about you? What is the last novel that successfully tricked your brain into believing it was real? Let us know in the comments below!

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First Dig Two Graves

A sequel to “The Devil You Don’t”

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Revenge is a dish best served cold – or preferably so when everything goes right

Of course, it rarely does, as Alistair, Zoe’s handler, discovers to his peril. Enter a wildcard, John, and whatever Alistair’s plan for dealing with Zoe was dies with him.

It leaves Zoe in completely unfamiliar territory.

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John’s idyllic romance with a woman who is utterly out of his comfort zone is on borrowed time. She is still trying to reconcile her ambivalence after being so indifferent for so long.

They agree to take a break, during which she disappears. John, thinking she has left without saying goodbye, refuses to accept the inevitable and calls on an old friend for help in finding her.

After the mayhem and being briefly reunited, she recognises an inevitable truth: there is a price to pay for taking out Alistair; she must leave and find them first, and he would be wise to keep a low profile.

But keeping a low profile just isn’t possible, and enlisting another friend, a private detective and his sister, a deft computer hacker, they track her to the border between Austria and Hungary.

What John doesn’t realise is that another enemy is tracking him to find her too. It could have been a grand tour of Europe. Instead, it becomes a race against time before enemies old and new converge for what will be an inevitable showdown.

Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance