Greetings, lovely readers and friends,

I hope you are enjoying September and October. In the UK, it is a time when the sunflowers are kings in the garden in my house, and the bumble bee numbers dwindle, but they are still finding nectar. Soon, it won't be long before the frosts take over, and everything hibernates or fades to grey.

For a long time, I have struggled with this season. Often, it is darkness that becomes an obstacle to happiness. Over the years, I have filled my home with tactical lighting and made it as cosy as possible. The introduction of natural fire with the log burner - even if it is bad for the lungs - has brought warmth to the cold nights. I've found that the closer I am to nature, the better. So kicking up the colourful red leaves and walking by the river under a cold blue sky can make me as happy as Larry. I make the most of those moments. I'm also better at treating myself to cake and hot chocolates - and abandoning any rules about sugar. 

But autumn is a good time for me to write. With more time and being confined inside, turning inward into the imagination feels only natural. I have been writing today, and from now until at least May, will be my most prolific time to write. If you are a new writer, I encourage you to be kind to yourself and find the time of year that suits you best to get down to it. Let yourself enjoy the summer and sunshine, and perhaps have a lighter touch when you are outdoors. Writers are prone to get their heads down, come what may, but I have learned to smell the roses and permit myself to stop when summer is at its peak.

Happy days,
Cxx

Greetings lovely readers and friends. How are you?

I'm well and have had such a fabulous summer. I have been far too busy, teaching, and sitting exams, but over and above it all, it has been a time for hanging with friends and following my passions as well.

I mentioned that I'm writing Dog Eat Dog, Bk 7 of The Cambridge Murder Mysteries, and I wanted to offer a little teaser to those who have pre-ordered the book and those thinking about it. 

The book is set back in Cambridge once more. With Elizabeth Green having come back from Italy, she is exhausted from having solved murders abroad. Inspector Bob Abley is under pressure to find some missing VIPs but cannot bring himself to ask for her help.

What I can tell you is that a lot of the characters in this book have dogs. Big ones, small ones, fluffy and short haired, and that dogs feature heavily in the plot. So this murder mystery most definitely has a canine feel about it. 

I have started to plot the next novel after this one, Bk 8. It is also set in Cambridge, and Elizabeth is back in the driving seat. I always thought I would write 13 books in the series, so I feel like I'm just over half way through the story of Elizabeth now. Having lost her husband, she is still in mourning and has not quite come to terms with what has happened. 

You will find me on Instagram at the moment, so why not come and find me at charlot_king_cambridge

Happy days,
​Cxx

Hello peeps, it has been a while since I wrote a blog.

But this week I have news about my next book in the Cambridge Murder Mystery series. Bk7, which is titled Dog Eat Dog. It is now up for pre-order on Amazon. I will shortly make it available on Barnes and Noble and Kobo too.

I know authors say how excited they are about books they have written, especially when they are writing them. I think this book feels closest to my heart so far in all the books. Because it features dogs.

Some of you might know that I have two other books in a series called Animal Tales on sale. I don't promote them - not sure why - but these novels also feel close to my heart. The reason is that I have always cared about animal welfare. Always have, always will. There are a growing number who feel the same. Back in the '80s and '90s - being Generation X and growing up in those decades - it was seen as silly. That animals were not sentient, and so should not have rights. Or, we should not feel like we should have obligations towards them.

If anything, our treatment of animals has got worse since those days, as agriculture has turned more 'industrial' and animals on farms packed in and stacked high. 

Enough of my ranting. Dog Eat Dog is a murder mystery, like the other books which precede it. I hope you like it if you decide to read it. Those who have dogs, care about dogs, might like it especially. I got the illustrator to put my dog on the cover, to remind me why I am writing it. Thank you, Moobear!

​Cxx

Happy New Year peeps,

I hope everyone has had a good time over the Christmas period. I have been writing every day, so it has been lovely in that sense for me. I have made sure I've isolated either a morning, afternoon or evening every day. That is not easy, but has proven very fruitful in terms of moving the next novel of The Cambridge Murder Mysteries forward. 

I wanted to share that for the first week of January only, I have decided to drop the price in a 'bonanza sale' of my mystery series and sell them at the knock-down price of £1.99 UK, $2.99 US, $2.99 Canada, and $3.99 in Australia. (Normal prices are £5.99/$5.99).

That is every single book in the series, so either click on this image below, or the links above to find a holiday kindle bargain for you or your loved ones. 

Happy Days, and a peaceful New Year. Cxx

I cannot believe we are already in December? Where did the time go? I feel like it was only a few weeks ago that I was in Southwold at the beach and the sun was shining. Now, Cambridge has had a week of sub-zero temperatures, and we have been lighting fires and throwing blankets over ourselves to keep warm.

I remember it was a while back when I wrote A Christmas Mystery, Bk 4 of The Cambridge Murder Mysteries. I wanted to set something in Oxford, as I had lived there in Jericho while lecturing at the university. I had been so busy, but everytime I stepped out to get some fresh air, I would not have to go far to be surrounded in history and beauty, much like we have here in Cambridge. 

My novel, A Christmas Mystery, is set in the heart of Oxford, near where I used to live. I remember all the streets, parks and colleges that inspired the novel. 

If you like Oxbridge, and want to imagine you are there, then The Cambridge Murder Mysteries might just be the books for you. 

If you do take a trip to Oxford, maybe take a walk out on Port Meadow and visit The Perch pub. It is such a dreamy place to walk to in the summer. You'll come across boats and cows and little bridges. It is more rugged than the manicured lawns of the colleges, but well worth a trip. If, on the other hand, you just have an hour to spare and find yourself in the centre needing a warm hot toddy, then The Randolph Hotel bar is another gem. You might just find yourself inspired to write while sitting back in an armchair. I know I did.

A Christmas Mystery is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo

​Cxx

This year, for the first time, I had some time away from writing. There has been a lot going on in my life which has pulled me away from my favourite thing to do.

The main reason though has been to give my eyes a break. I have dry eyes. There is no cure for it. I've mentioned it before, but as I get older I want to take more care of them. This has meant time away from the computer screen writing. Though, I have not stopped my plotting and working out the story. On that, I have been very busy.

I have decided to start writing Book 7 of The Cambridge Murder Mysteries, from tomorrow, December 1st! A Christmas treat to myself. I am going to try something new in terms of my writing. In the past, I have written up novels on paper first and then typed them up. This time, I am going to write them up on paper and then rewrite them on paper, and see how that goes. I might also use the dictate function on my computer.

So off we go, on another adventure. 

It seems such a long time ago when I started the mysteries. Writing Poison seems like forever ago. It launched me into this experience, and for that I will be forever grateful. It took hold and wrote itself in the end.

I'm hoping for as much fortune when I start today. Hoping I can bring another novel to you soon. 

Much love, 
Cxx
p.s. I took the photo of this typewriter in an exhibition of art in Vézelay, France. I didn't catch the name of the artist, but the piece grabbed my attention
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2023 has been the year of Holiday Mystery for me, Book six of The Cambridge Murder Mysteries. I really enjoyed writing this book. I finished it a while ago, and found myself deciding not to shout about it. I don't know why. I think I felt like I'd just see how it was received naturally for a while. I will probably bring out a newsletter soon.

Now, I feel ready to blog and tell you that I am so happy with this novel. It means so much to me. It captured a moment in my life when I was remembering my mother, travelling to Portofino, to Florence and Siena. When the words felt like they were tumbling out of me. 

I hope if you decide to read it, that it transports you to those streets of Tuscany. That if you have been there already, that it evokes happy memories and perhaps if you have never seen the delights of the architecture, tasted the food and driven over the undulating hills, then it might tempt you to book a flight. 

Thank you, to all my readers. I want 2024 to be a year when I am more available to answer questions, more present on line for my readers. After half a year mostly away from the internet, I'm ready to come back and share with you more about my writing process, my life and hopefully inspiration for any writers out there too.

Love and peace, Cxx

Over the past week in Cambridge, the temperature has dropped down to minus eight at night. It won't last long, and will rise again. Am sure there are colder parts of the country.

It's not the coldest I've experienced. When I was young, I worked for an animal welfare charity, and we flew 90 miles off the coast of Newfoundland onto the ice floes, to watch seal pups being born. We flew in helicopters and landed where the temperature was minus 20 or 30. We wore survival suits which made sleeping bag puffer coats look like summer vests.  Our eyelashes grew ice in on them in minutes. We didn't stick around long. I remember feeling like my brain was going numb as everything was shutting down. I also remember that the bars we frequented at night back on dry land afterwards were mainly under ground, in basements. Like the one in 'Cheers' in Boston (sitcom style), to keep warm. Cambridge is tame by comparison.

It's all very well having exciting anecdotes like that. All it makes me think now is how much I've lived a charmed and exciting life. What the cold leaves me feeling now is having a strong sense of guilt. Guilt that I'm warm. Warm in my home, in the day and at night. 

I heard on the news last week that the death stats are the highest since records began for January - month on month in England. I wonder how many of those are the elderly who cannot afford to heat their homes. It is very worrying.

I have taken many photographs of frost and snow over the years in Cambridge. But, instead, I thought I'd share one of blossom I took in the Mill Road cemetery. This tree never disappoints, and always reminds me of wedding cakes. So cheerful, and won't be long!

​Stay warm and safe. 
Cxx

Hello peeps,

Been missing my Ma recently. Long time now since I've spoken to her - 2014. Time stops, doesn't it, when you lose your loved ones. Then it hurries by, taking the memories with it.

This is a photo of my Ma as a toddler. I came across it today, whilst trying to delete photographs off my computer.  I have too many photos of trees! And ducks, swans, rowers, colleges. The hazard of living in a beautiful place.

This one was amongst them. It is a small piece of card which I think came from a fair, where you'd put money and get a photo ticket. I'd taken a photo, to be sure I didn't lose that face.

Parents have such an indelible mark on us. I see my mother when I look in the mirror.  I hear her voice when I speak. Her influence is strong and continues in my mind and actions.  I grow into her skin more as I pass through the years, understanding why she chose the paths she walked. 

What I love about this item is that it isn't longer than an inch or two, but captures the essence of her so well.  I can see her eighty year old face in that small child. As a small child, she would have had no idea how much she achieved in her life and how many adventures she was going to have.

Hug your loved ones. Tell them you love them.

Cxx

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Morning lovely readers,

this morning, I was walking the dog when I chatted with another dog walker about how we hated Monday mornings. Hate. Often saved in common vernacular for more serious issues. Hate is a strong word to use, especially when attributing it to time. Time being one of the most precious things we have on the planet. And how short it is too.

On reflection, I don't hate Monday mornings. Especially when I have a lovely dog to walk. Note to self. Go with the flow on Monday mornings. We are all just twigs flowing down the river. This is a photo I took of a badger I spotted on a dog walk. 

Happy Monday mornings.
​Cxx