DOMINICK DONALD

‘I think I always thought I would write; our house was full of books and my parents – both great storytellers – scribbled away throughout my childhood. My father published four novels and my mother, so far, has managed at least nine. But I didn’t sit down to it properly until I was 23, just out of the Army with a broken knee, and trying to work out what to do with my life now Plan A had failed. A historical novel about Scots soldiers on the North West Frontier in 1935, with chunks of dialogue in Glaswegian, strangely went nowhere. Second try was a contemporary thriller. I sent a partial