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Hidden Power
Hidden Power takes place not in Birmingham but in Devon, the setting of my two romantic novels. There's a little romance in this - Kate's relationship with Rod Neville seems to be coming along nicely until it's interrupted by work - but this is possibly one of the darker Power novels. Kate is working under cover, with a colleague obviously damaged by something in his past. And they don't just work together: they have to live together, as man and wife. Not much fun for either of them.
We've all been stopped in the street by people apparently carrying out consumer surveys into holiday habits, only to find we're being softened up to buy a timeshare somewhere unlikely. I once "won" a holiday in darkest East Anglia this way, determinedly fending off the sales team's persistent efforts to get me to sign up (would you want to commit yourself to endless holidays in Cromer?) While I'm quite sure the company I had dealings with was entirely legal and legitimate, the one Kate gets involved with assuredly isn't. Her problem is that she doesn't know who's involved in the criminal scam and who isn't. Or indeed, quite what the scam may be. Don't let the dirty deeds Kate uncovers put you off going to Devon: you'll find endless housing developments like hers in Newton Abbot, Keats's cottage in Teignmouth, a couple of good pubs in Cockswood, a brilliant charity clothing exchange in Topsham and, of course, the wonderful Cathedral in Exeter. Should you travel to Dartmoor, you'll find the potter in Moretonhampstead who sold Kate her precious vase. Go on - take a break down there. And take Hidden Power with you in case it rains.
My very first venture into fiction was when I was a schoolgirl writing short stories, and to be honest, I still enjoy the challenge of short fiction as much as I love getting stuck into the meat of a full-length novel. I was delighted when Tindal Street Press approached me to write a story for their new anthology, Birmingham Noir. I wish them well with this venture into writing about Birmingham. I've always thought Birmingham a wonderful venue for crime: it's nice not to be the lone voice calling into the wilderness any more!
(See 'Judith Cutler's Writing Day', from Writing Magazine, December 2002-January 2003).
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