Q&A with TUESDAY FALLING author S. Williams

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What drew you to the world of crime?
Watching James Bond as a child.  Then Get Carter. Then reading Chandler. James Lee Burke. Rupert Thomson. Working in Soho and swimming in the fabulous gutteratti that butters the place.

What author (besides yourself) do you think that everyone should read?
Me, I’d start with Dickens. Best characters. Best settings. For stone-cold, drop-dead brutal violence and moral relativism, there’s none finer.

Tomorrow, of course, I’d have another answer!

Tell us about your new book
Set in and under present day London, in the hidden areas of the City. Concerns streetgangers, pain merchants and the criminal underground being outwitted by a 17-year-old indy girl with a total disrespect for their supposed power and a fine line in stolen antique weapons. A hyper violent, super swear-y explosion of a book that everyone should read!

Is there a lot of research that goes in to your books?
Loads! From spending my time with people on the estates to actually working in some of the tunnels. From drag netting the interweb for ‘dark’ information to trying to work out just what was possible for Tuesday by ‘walking’ her world.

What are you working on now?
A YA novel called Stitches, involving girls, knives, a hood and an urban abandonment called Dead-town.

Do you think you could pull off the ‘perfect murder’?
Oh yes. I know where you live. All of you.

What’s your poison?
Anything with Quinine in it!

This post was originally published on the KillerReads blog on March 2, 2015.
Tuesday Falling
is out now. Be sure to follow S. Williams on Twitter @tuesdayfalling.
Read an extract from the book here.
Read our other post by S. Williams on pseudonyms here.

S is for Strawberry – S. Williams on pseudonyms

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Author S. Williams of Tuesday Falling talks writing under a pseudonym. And a quirky one at that.

‘The problem with being with a writer is that you either never see them, or they want to get involved in entirely inappropriate ways,’ said my partner.

‘What’s wrong with wanting to call our child Grim?’ said I, bewildered.

Nothing. Obviously. Good Old English name. Means fierce, or determined. Sort of. But it was not to be. Neither were Iggy, Codeine, Tuesday or Marmalade.


It’s not that I was being difficult, or would want my children to suffer at school. It’s just that I like words, and juxtapositions.

As Mycroft’s brother said; ‘Sherlock is a girl’s name.’

When I sent off the sample of my novel, Tuesday Falling, to Anne-Marie at The Ampersand Agency, it was under the pseudonym of Strawberry Sorrow. It was not my only pseudonym. Oh, no. I had given myself different names for different types of writing. A form of literary compartmentalization for my brain.

When I got an email back saying how much she had enjoyed the opening chapters, and could I send the rest, I was ecstatic.

Obviously, the next months of writing, re-writing, cutting, chopping, cropping and jigging were brutal.

And then finally she thought it was in a fit state to send to a publisher.

‘What do you want to call yourself?’ she asked.

What did she mean?

‘What’s wrong with Strawberry?’ I said, bewildered.

I could hear the sighing down the line. Frankly I could probably have heard the sighing if I’d hung up, gone for a nap underground and removed my ears for safekeeping.

Strawberry wasn’t a proper name.

‘But it’s brilliant!’ I said. ‘Perfect!’

It was not to be.

‘Why don’t you just go with “S” instead?’ she suggested. That way, I could still be Strawberry in my mind. Could still hold onto my little writing cell in my brain.

I could, of course, have just gone with my full name, but I have to use that every day. For paying bills. For my driving license. For just stuff. All the detritus that makes up the grease of modern living.

For my book I wanted my name to mean something different. I wanted it to soar.

And be a fruit.

Oranges aren’t the only ones.

So, just in case anybody was wondering what the ‘S’ stands for:

‘S’ is for Strawberry.

Tuesday Falling is out now. Be sure to follow S. Williams on Twitter @tuesdayfalling

The Weapons of Tuesday #killerfest15

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When deciding on what weapons would suit Tuesday I had to think carefully. I wanted them to be cool, stylish and completely unavailable. The last thing I wanted was to get a phone call about some copycat murder.

I pull the 1934 Russian PB 9mm silenced pistol from my thigh holster and point it at the top of the escalator, feeling very Resident Evil.

tuesday pistol


Beautiful, aren’t they? The PB (Pistolet BesshumnyJ) was not actually developed until 1967, and was based on the earlier Makarov PM Pistol.

I liked the look of it so much that I transported the make date back a few years and put it in the hands of Tuesday. It has a two part detachable silencer and can fire 8 rounds. Lovely!


I shoot Mr Hood-down through the right eye. His right, not mine. There’s no sound because I’m using a crossbow pistol. The bolt leaves the mechanism at a million miles an hour then buries itself in Hood-down’s brain. Or what passed as his brain.

tuesday's crossbow pistol

This particular version, as used outside Candy’s drug-club, was made by Frederic Siber In the early 19th century. It is currently on display at Morges Military Museum. Because of its rarity I felt on much safer ground, and did not feel the need to change its date of construction.


Danny’s not doing a whole lot right now, except maybe twitching a bit. I take out the flare gun and shoot the other two in the face.

tuesday flare gun

1941 Dated German Luftwaffe Double Signal Pistol – Flieger Leuchtpistole by Krieghoff, Suhl.

This one I particularly like. Sub-zero cool cross between Dirty Harry and some alternative steampunk gig. You can imagine it round the back of the club, muffled bass vibrating the air, the magnesium light from the flares whiting out the walls and fire-flowering the two gang-boys.


Have a nice day, boys. I open up the satchel and pull out two curved scythes. I stand up and walk towards them. Swish swash. It doesn’t take long. It never takes long .


Ah, the hand scythes. The tube. The stuttering emergency lights and the screaming. The blood splatters muraling the walls. This example is from 1910 and is Laotian Nep, Burmese or Northern Thai.

Whatever, it’s a horror show waiting to happen.

Hope you have found this interesting.

Tuesday Falling is a ripped-up, absolute zero cool London based crime novel that simply doesn’t believe in sleep.

Available from Killer Reads now.

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