and lo, a website appeared...

At long last the the long-suffering man who has been building a website for me has got it up and running. It isn't desperately exciting, but it looks nice and after all what's to say other than 'here's a bit about me' and 'would you be so kind as to buy my book?'
Obviously it will keep anyone who is interested posted about progress of the current and any subsequent masterpieces, and I can tell you that a second book is under way although it is a little way off yet - after all the first one has only been out a month or so!
I am intrigued to see what sort of feedback (again if any) the website generates - perhaps an eclectic mix of serving and retired Police officers intermingled with hang-em-all and flog-em types and bleeding-heart liberals. Perhaps not.
We'll see.

February - mainly cold

Becoming even more impressed by the contemplative solitude of blogging - most therapeutic. Proves perhaps that most bloggers live in attic rooms and have no friends, or a couple of friends who all post on each others' sites.
Sales of 'PPP' are trickling on, going in an interesting series of fits and starts via Amazon, and whistling up and down their sales league like the proverbial 'whore's drawers'. Maybe that should be modernised to say 'sex worker's undergarments', but somehow it lacks the tittilating vibrancy of the original phrase.
Someone sent me an email today which said that modern senior managers in the Police are like 'a bunch of chimpanzees fighting over the levers in a bulldozer - none of then have a clue what they are doing, but they love the noises it makes'.
As a serving officer I couldn't disagree more, naturally. My faith in most of our bosses has remained consistent this last quarter-century or more.
So much for February, but plans afoot and fingers crossed for sales to flare up and generate more much-prized dosh in March.
If anyone wanders past, come back in a few weeks and I'll let you know how it goes.
And now, back to the attic Ratcliffe...