12 December 2024
This year I have been redrafting all my work, as with the skills I’ve been learning and improving over the last few years, I know I can improve them. This is one of the benefits of self publishing.
Indoldrum is the latest to be completed and is once again available on Amazon, in both paperback and e-book formats. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Indoldrum-Arthur-Hofn-ebook/dp/B08DY91DL8

Indoldrum : Johann might be lost, he isn’t sure.
Battling Ménière’s disease and severe hearing loss is hard. Some of the strange new people in his life make him feel uneasy and he’s not sure why. Where have these people come from? What do they know about him? And is there something wrong with time itself? His in-laws have lost their cat, it’s an event which triggers unforeseen challenges and raises questions he’s just not ready to deal with. Johann loves his wife Harriet, she’d help him; but Harriet is dead and the world has ended in more than one way.
Just £2.75 for the E-book and £8.99 for the paperback, on Amazon and available in local currencies.
This Ian person lived at the far end of the road behind the bus stop and it took me a few minutes to get there.
The house was an old council style one and it wasn’t in the best of condition. Recycling boxes lay broken and full of rain water in front of the downstairs window. As I got closer I noticed the paint was peeling from the door frame and the grass had been in serious need of cutting several times over, it was now a collection point for the litter that had been blown across the street and had managed to get in the narrow gap between the also overgrown hedges on either side of the path that were blocking visibility to the road.
I knocked on the door, feeling a little trapped in this hidden front garden, and waited for a few moments. There was no movement or sound and after a while I decided no one was home. This was annoying as I didn’t really know what to do. I could just put the keys through the letter box but I didn’t feel right about that. I turned to go and got to the top of the path when the door opened.
‘Yes?’
A man around my age was standing the other side of the small gap that had been created by the opening of the door. I instantly didn’t like him, he was wearing a onesie.
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