Edmund Fitzgerald

Edmund Fitzgerald

About

Born in Greenwich (London, UK) I began my professional life as a trainee accountant for an emblematic, though now defunct, airline. I spent the next quarter of a century gnawing my way up the corporate food chain, ascending to the agreeable billet of country manager to the Spanish branch of a successful software house. Having honed my creative writing talents on a myriad of mellifluous emails, inspired management reporting and imaginatively worded submissions as to why sales targets were not being met, I decided to go the whole hog and immerse myself full-time in the world of fiction writing. Your ComeUppance and The AQALAN Initiative are the first of my novels to hit the virtual bookshelves. Madrid has been my home for much of the last fifteen years. Due to the precarious and mostly impecunious nature of my new-found profession, I have redoubled my resolve not to marry, not to have kids, and not to own a Mercedes.

Outta Time

Outta Time

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<p> </p><p>Sophie is a psychic medium and animal communicator. She runs a small crystal shop called, Outta Time. The shop</p><p>Is located in a small district called Lents in Portland, Oregon.</p><p>Nick is a man who if you can't touch it, feel it or see it then it doesn't exist. He is sure she is a phony psychic who is bilking money out of his mother and he intends to expose her.</p><p>Sophie sees him as a non-believer, someone who could never understand her or her way of life. She is attracted to him but knows there can be no future for them unless he can be made to understand what her world is all about.</p><p>Their Guardian Angels get into the act to guide the two to a better understanding of each other.</p><p>Nick's Guardians help his deceased Father get through to Nick and help him to understand that death is not the end. He soon learns there can be communication between the living and the dead.</p>

Story Behind The Book

I had taken a break from pulling together my first novel, The AQALAN Initiative, when a number of external bugger-factors were affecting the storyline. Osama bin Laden, for example, could no longer appear in the present tense and neither could two live Bee Gees nor Sevi Ballesteros. I´ve mentioned Cliff Richard a couple of times … so I´m keeping my fingers crossed that nothing happens to him. Anyway … while I contemplated my navel on the somewhat fluid nature of my first book I decided to start work on the second. I remember sitting in Shamrocks Irish bar in Madrid watching England trying to play football (soccer) at the 2010 World Cup. The match against Algeria was typical of the lacklustre performance we´d come to expect of a bunch of over-paid losers who make the headlines for all the wrong reasons. These so-called professionals are an embarrassment. They fail abysmally and consistently in their (not so important) trade, yet while millions suffer from the ravages of a deepening recession these guys still hold onto their jobs and continue to pull in the multi-million pound salaries, match bonuses and image rights. But this betrayal of English pride and reputation for fair play doesn´t stop at football. Add the charming Sir Fred Goodwin, a plethora of tax-cheating multi-nationals, a multitude of grasping officials and a whole host of disagreeable figures who grace our media headlines … and we´ve got a significant layer of slime choking the air from our otherwise green and pleasant land. From this background of big business cheats and the rise – and silent acceptance – of sub-class chavness, I just had to vent my spleen through the power of the keyboard. Thus the birth of Your ComeUppance.

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