author Huw Thomas is here today to talk about himself and his new novel, The Vault.
1965, I grew up in a small town in southern England and wrote my first ‘book’
while at primary school. I pretended to be a newspaper journalist for a while
and then moved into PR before getting fed up with office life and throwing it
all in to retrain as an teacher of English as a foreign language.
Carolyn, and I have just resettled in Bournemouth after several years teaching
in Portugal. As well as writing, I now juggle several other part-time jobs –
gardening, teaching at a language school and working as a sub-editor for a
I had my first writing success in 2005 when The Tale of Findo Gask
won a UK contest for new authors. I was over the moon to get a publishing
contract but sadly – although I did get to see my book in print and got one
royalty cheque – the company involved went bust not long after.
Subsequently, along with Findo and The Vault, I’ve published one
other novel – Thin
Ice – and a collection of short stories – Fractured Lives
– under my own name. I’ve also written an adventure novel called Pagan’s Sphinx under
the pen name William Webster. At the moment – slightly annoyingly – this is
selling a lot more copies than my other books.
I’ve just completed the first draft of my next novel – Church of the White
Rabbits – which is a bit more quirky than anything I’ve written before. This
is currently in the hands of my beta readers but I hope it will be out by the
end of the year or early in 2014.
your current release.
Vault is a mystery
thriller set in a small town in southern England. The book revolves around
young schoolboy Adam Strong and his battles with a gang of local yobs. Woven
around Adam’s story are three other strands – an armed raid on the home of a
reclusive billionaire, the discovery of three dead bodies in a local pond and a
sex offender who goes on the run after breaking his parole.
The different stories – and timelines – all gradually come together as the
significance of the vault and its contents finally become clear.
Aimed at adults or young adults, The Vault explores questions of trust
and loyalty from a range of perspectives.
Vault is published in
aid of the disaster relief charity ShelterBox, which gets half of all
royalties. I was once in charge of the charity’s communications and fundraising
and I know how much it does to help families who – through no fault of their
own – have lost their homes to disasters like earthquakes, floods etc
wife and I undertook a year-long tandem cycle ride in aid of the charity –
clocking up nearly 11,000 miles across 10 countries and raising almost £50,000.
started with an idea for short story that began with a group of black-clad
intruders breaking into castle to kidnap a young boy.
mutated into a more contemporary story about armed raiders forcing their way
into a mansion and I then started to weave several other strands around that
part of the resulting novel is about a young boy growing up in a small English
town, who spends a lot of time roaming the local woods. There’s a lot of me in
that part – although much of what Adam gets up to is purely from my
imagination. He’s far braver than I ever was.
mid-afternoon the entire area around the lake was cordoned off with blue and
white tape. One police car was parked across the track leading up from the main
car park. A line of vehicles stood where the council van had been. The team of
workmen were gone; apart from having discovered the bodies, their statements
had offered nothing more of obvious significance.
brought in to empty the lake had been busy for hours. Thousands of gallons of
water had been sucked up over the bank and poured down into the fields beyond.
A bed of fine wire mesh was spread across the ground where the last of the lake
water was still emptying out, in the chance of catching any stray bits of
floating evidence. Another pump was on the far side of the lake, diverting the
flow coming from the culvert that fed the ornamental pool.
of water still glistened here and there but otherwise the lake was pretty much
now drained. Instead of the usual wide pool, all that could be seen were thick
layers of mud – silt and rotting vegetation that had built up over the best
part of a century. Some parts of the lakebed were already starting to dry out,
the surface of the mud thickening and cracking in the sunlight. Elsewhere, in
the damper hollows, sunlight and oxygen were combining with the remaining
moisture to create pungent aromas.
track led out through the stinking mud to where police officers in thigh-length
waders stepped cautiously through the ooze. One of the scene-of-crime officers
(known as SOCOs) photographed the three black shapes. A number of colleagues
crouched around him. Their oversuits now coated with mud, they were sieving
through the surrounding muck, looking for any clues before they attempted to
disturb the objects that had lain hidden underneath the lake and its lilies.
stood and watched the SOCOs from the edge of the bank. She had ventured out
into the lake once and had no desire to spend any more time in the mud than
necessary. A pallid, tattooed arm was all that was to be seen of the first
body, revealed where the council worker’s billhook had caught in the chain and
then sliced through the corpse’s heavy-duty plastic wrapping. Esther had gone
close enough to show solidarity with her junior officers. She would leave the
detailed examination to the experts.
two similar bundles lying on the lake bed only a few feet from the first one.
The actual details would not be confirmed until some time later and, for the
time being, there was little else she could do.
answers to at least some of the more fundamental questions – such as how and
when – it would be hard for her to start any kind of meaningful investigation.
What she had seen with her own eyes, however, was enough to give her
imagination plenty to work on.
finished the first draft of Church of the White Rabbits. This is now in
the hands of a small team of beta readers – and I’m really hoping they don’t
pull it apart too much.
is a bit different from my others. It’s set on a remote Atlantic island,
featuring a cast of eccentric characters, including a ‘mad’ old family
matriarch, drunken fishermen, young surfers… and lots of white rabbits.
quirky and I hope it works because I had a lot of fun writing it and have plans
for at least one sequel.
written stories for as long as I can remember. My mother tells me that I wrote
my first book while I was still at primary school – sadly I don’t have a copy.
a writer has gone in fits and bursts as I’ve tried to combine it with all the
other parts of life but it’s never gone away.
and still writing but I’m also still learning.
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
have a full-time job but gave that up as it didn’t give me enough time to write
(or enjoy life).
moment I’ve got several part time jobs – as a teacher, gardener and newspaper
sub-editor. I earn a lot less than I used to but I’m much happier… and I’ve
also got a lot more freedom.
is different and though there’s no security I’m no longer worried about it. I
generally have at least one day a week that I devote to my writing – and
marketing my books. I also write several evenings a week.
real plan! My books have all started life in different ways – Findo Gask came
from a road sign, Thin Ice was based on a strange dream and The Vault
spent some time as a screenplay.
have a pretty good idea of where I’m going when I write but all kinds of things
happen along the way that I never expected.
having a detailed plan before I start would take away a lot of the spontaneity
of writing. Inconsistencies and plot holes can be ironed out in the editing
when you grew up?
– farmer, fireman, and astronaut were popular at different times.
author has always been a dream though. I can spend huge amounts of time
creating imaginary worlds, lives and situations. I get a huge amount of
entertainment out of my writing – if I can share that pleasure with other
people then so much the better.
with the readers?
is to entertain. I want to take people out of their own worlds and transport
them somewhere different.
make them gasp, smile, sigh or laugh (in the right places) then I’m happy.
often an underlying theme to my stories – about issues like justice, trust or
equality – but I don’t want to preach. I’m happy to take people a little way
out of their comfort zones and invite them to look at things from a new
perspective but that’s not a crucial part of my writing. Most of all, I want
readers to lose themselves in the places and relationships that I’ve created.
yourself and your writing.