The first book is finished and up on Amazon and work on the second well underway, developing an idea that actually predated the idea for the first book. I have a story line which leads on from the first book, explaining how a character that appears later in the second book got there.
But I can’t decide whether to use it or not. The character is not central to the second book, and his story doesn’t directly connect to its theme.
The conclusion I have come to is to write the story line anyway. It is an interesting story, introducing an intriguing alien character, on the basis that I might be able to use it somewhere. If I have it, I can use it, but don’t have to. If I haven’t written it, I have no choice but to not use it.
I suppose that this is the essence of writing. Maybe only half of what you write will end up in the final proof of a book, but until you have finished writing how can you know which half? It reminds me of the advertising maxim “Half my advertising spend is wasted; the trouble is, I don’t know which half.” Maybe only writing what I know will definitely be in the final book will limit the development of characters, and leave me with a poorer choice of material.
So, I will bang out the story, see where it goes, then see if it fits, or indeed is any good. Who knows, it might end up in a standalone novel!
Was it perfect review? No, he makes the very valid points that it might have benefited from a professional editor and better cover design.
It is always difficult to effectively proofread and edit your own work and almost inevitable that, despite having proofread it three times, I missed some small errors. I suppose that I saw what I wanted to see.
As regards the cover, I must admit that I took the easy route of using one of the Amazon KDP standard cover images, adding and styling the text.
So, lessons for next time:
First, get a professional editor to look for typo’s, inconsistencies, spelling errors and general mistakes.
Second, get a professional to design the cover.
Why didn’t I do that this time, I hear you ask? And thank you for asking. The answer is possibly a lack of confidence in my book. Maybe I don’t consider myself as a real author, just someone playing at writing and didn’t want to spend money on an amateur work.
I suspect I am not alone. How many writers have the confidence to regard themselves as a ‘proper’ author? Is insecurity a key part of the writing process?
Well, the next book will be done properly, with an editor and a cover designer. But, in the meantime, I remain happy with this book. My reviewer found the story good and it kept him reading. What more can an aspiring writer and insecure author ask for?
My sound booth is in a different room to my main computer. The reason is simply the noise; computers whirl, monitors buzz and keyboards clatter. A long cable runs from my microphone interface through the attic dropping down to my little office, leaving the computer and monitors to do their worst at a safe distance.
The problem then becomes how to control the computer while sitting in a different room.
Solution 1 was to start Audition recording, pop into the recording room and rabbit away, hoping that all was OK and the computer hadn’t decided to have a breakdown halfway through my recording. Oh the joy of recording an awesome half hour of an audiobook then returning to the computer to find that it had decided to run a virus check instead of recording audio about 5 minutes into the session. That happened more than once, believe me.
Solution 2 was to connect a speaker to my interface, set the output on my computer to the microphone, then use a wireless keyboard in my recording room to magically control my computer. So I could hear my computer, but I couldn’t see it in action, or indeed inaction. Did it work? Well, yes, as long as the computer didn’t do anything unexpected, otherwise confusion most definitely abounded.
Solution 3, and the best so far, makes use of my little Chromebook. It has no fan, it doesn’t buzz, creak or click, but it does run Teamviewer very well. So my new setup is my Chromebook sitting next to me in my recording area, connected remotely to my main computer via Teamviewer, plus a little speaker connected to my interface so that I can playback clearly.
As a new author, with a new ebook on Amazon, reviews are essential, especially good reviews. It therefore came as a bit of a shock, and disappointment, when my first review only awarded “An Illusion of Peace” 1 star out of 5. This was compounded by the facts that this rating had come from someone I know, and that the accompanying review text suggested that the reason was simply that the book was “not my cup of tea”.
In some ways I would have been happier with a direct criticism of the book. If they had found the characters unconvincing, the story dull or the conclusion unsatisfactory, at least then I would have some idea of where I had fallen short. But feedback that suggests that the only thing wrong was that the style or subject of the book wasn’t something that the reader would normally read isn’t terribly helpful.
Whatever the reason, this leaves me in the difficult position of being an unknown new writer, competing with hundreds of thousands of ebooks in my genre, with a 1 star review. It is difficult enough to sell an ebook, even at 99p, but the addition of a poor review might make this impossible.
Was I disheartened? Well yes. Did it make me wonder whether it was worth continuing to write? Yes again. But then, after a rather down day, I remembered why I write in the first place. To some extent it is for my readers, but in the main part it is for me. I enjoy writing, I think that my writing is OK, and there are worlds within me I want to explore. I don’t mean deep philosophical revelations, or ground-breaking insights into modern society and the human condition, I simply mean stories about interesting characters in challenging situations, their worlds, their hopes and how they cope with the crap thrown at them.
So I will soldier on, and enjoy the journey. Hopefully my readers will enjoy both that and the destination.
I resisted it for a long time, but having had access to all the Adobe CC programs in my previous job I found it too frustrating not being able to use Photoshop, Indesign, Illustrator, Premier Pro, Audition etc so have started subscribing to the Adobe CC suite.
On the plus side, I had an interesting afternoon creating an instruction video using Premier Pro and Audition, on the negative side, I have to pay a subscription. The other negative is that I will only be able to open some of the files I create using the CC programs if I continue to pay the subscription. This did seem to be a big negative, but I have files on my computer going back 20 years that I can’t open because I don’t have the programs installed, and probably can’t get compatible versions anyway. OK, I don’t have to pay anything to use them, but I can’t open them so they are effectively useless.
It seems to be the way the world is going. Everything is becoming subscription based. Even Microsoft are moving towards a subscription, browser-based version of Windows. On the plus side, no more worrying whether hackers will be able to exploit an older version of a program, or missing out on the latest whistles and bells (that I probably won’t need).
Whatever, it is great to be able to flick between the different Adobe programs; to be able to edit Premier Pro audio file in Audition; to be able to place an illustrator file in InDesign. I suppose that I don’t have any reason not to produce the audiobook version of my book now!
I have installed a newsletter plugin on my WordPress website. I picked Hubspot as it seems to have good reviews. It allows anyone visiting my site to sign up to receive any newsletters that I have the urge to send out.
Newsletters about what, I hear you ask? Probably about any book launches, audiobook work, possibly even a particularly successful reorganisation of my sock drawer; who knows.
If you would like to find out, or even see what the Hubspot plugin looks like in action, sign up from the Welcome page.
Films can have trailers, with dramatic voices and clips, so why can’t we do the same with books? So here is the trailer for my book:
An Illusion of Peace – trailer
‘We started getting reports from other divisions about 20 minutes ago sir’ explained Fisher. ‘London first; their systems started picking up key identifiers in the public communication networks. Since then we’ve had warnings pop up for eight more divisions’ ‘London’s gone dark; communication lost’. After a few more seconds more black regions appeared on the map, spreading across the country, heading north and towards us in the west. ‘This is serious.’…
The truck suddenly lurched to the right as a wave of red heat illuminated the view around us. I grabbed the seat under me, trying to hold on as the truck violently bounced, then lost my grip as a sudden crunching stop threw me forward to slam into a mass of bodies, equipment and swearing…
Shots, explosions and flashes continued into the night, spread across the city. Each flash was accompanied by the strange hiss…
It seemed to reach about halfway up the height of the arch and almost as far across, probably about 3 meters tall. The surface seemed to be moving slowly. As the daylight grew I could see colours swirling across the surface of a roughly conical shape. It didn’t seem entirely solid; the edges undulated slightly. ‘I think we might actually be looking at an alien’…
‘We’re trapped’ said Fisher, wide eyed, still cowering down behind the wall. ‘We’re safe. These walls must be a meter thick. There’s no way that thing can hurt us here.’ ‘But you saw what it did to Jones, he’s gone’…
The world exploded in fierce light and sound. I was in the air, surrounded by a ball of heat, then falling, tumbling. I was dimly aware of the slap of water, and it closing over me, of a brief relief at the cooling comfort, then darkness swallowed me whole…
A world of voices tumbled through me. I had a sense of a vast network of interconnected minds, of plans, desires and hopes, in a web of thoughts. The cold voice focused on me; questioning, probing, interrogating me. It was wonderful and terrifying…
I knew I was dreaming. In my dream I was standing on a vast plateau, with bright red rock stretching in all directions, flat and unbroken. I looked down. The rock below me was covered with a thin layer of liquid which slowly rippled, even though there was no breeze. It surrounded my bare feet, nestling up as high as my ankles…
The ship was a blur of movement now, spinning so rapidly that it was just a fuzzy sphere. Suddenly there was a scream of metal and I was looking at an explosion of debris as the sphere disintegrated into countless plumes of smoke and cloud…
There was a noise behind me. I turned to see two tall, thin figures facing us, long hollow tubes pointed towards us. They looked human in shape, but I estimated that the taller of the two must have been nearly 3 meters in height. Their hairless pale skin was completely exposed to the cold wind, their only clothing short red skirts…
We charged down the wide thoroughfare, then turned right into the narrow street leading to the portal steps. As we neared the archway there was a stressed crack as it started to collapse. We dived through, narrowly missing the falling stone and rolled down the steps to the landing area. If it hadn’t been for the lower gravity I suspected we would have been either crushed or killed by the fall, if that were possible in this simulated world…
An almost imperceptible red background glow seeped into the void and gradually intensified. I could just make out Olivia by the faint light, her eyes tight closed, her body drawn up into a ball apart from her outstretched arm, ending in that vital contact with me. As the glow grew, she opened her eyes and looked across at me, shooting me a strained smile. A dim red floor started forming below us, and red walls to either side and above. I found I could put my feet down on the surface and it was firm…
‘You have the physicality we have lacked. You are a practical species, we have uses for such.’ Slaves, I thought. Slaves to build your ships, crew them, and carry you to new worlds. No thanks’…
I read a slightly sad Tweet last night from an author nearing the end of her first book. She was bracing herself for the disappointment of watching her much loved work disappear into obscurity. After a couple of years of painstaking writing, pouring herself into the book, she was faced with the very real possibility that it would just disappear into the ever-growing sea of ebooks.
To be honest, her expectations are probably entirely realistic. Figures are difficult to obtain but an estimate is that a new ebook is uploaded to Amazon every 3–5 minutes. That adds up to, well a lot of books a day (I write, I try and avoid maths for the sake of my sanity). Chances are, her book, any book by a new author, is most likely to be swallowed up by this ocean. There are rare cases where a new book may be so good or so in tune with the public mood, and be lucky, and become a best seller or major movie, but you are probably more likely to strike it rich by buying a lottery ticket. That being said, I still half wait from a call from Netflix or Tom Cruise to negotiate the rights to my first book.
But, in my view, that isn’t a reason not to bother. I say write because you enjoy it. Write because there are characters and worlds inside you that need letting out. Write because it is good for your mental health. And, above all, write for yourself.
It is slightly strange to think that my book, such as it is, will still be available for people to read download and discuss many years after I am gone. A little part of me will live on in a much cheaper and less annoying way than having children.
In the meantime, all my cat wants is for me to earn enough to feed him and tickle his ears.
The average day usually has a few gaps in activity; waiting for a bus, waiting for the kettle to boil, even sitting on the toilet. With technology nowadays it is easy to use these little gaps to browse for cat videos, have arguments on Facebook or plan world domination, but just as easily they can be used to write a few words. I tend to use Evernote in those circumstances, as it works well on phones, my Chromebook and desktop, and a fair chunk of An Illusion of Peace was written this way. I then transferred it into Scrivener to polish it up and organise it.
Sometimes I do sit down like a proper writer and spend an hour at my desk bashing out words, and this can be very productive. But I find it difficult to say ‘right, I will spend a set time at my desk every day writing’, especially as I spend most of the rest of the day at it occupied with my proper job.
So use those gaps, make them work for you, and leave your readers wondering if the amazing scene they are experiencing was actually typed out in the bathroom. Alternatively, plan for world domination and send me a postcard when you achieve it.
I am very lucky to belong to a great little writers group and enjoyed our regular bi-weekly meeting this lunchtime. As for many things nowadays, this was online, but I think we are all well used to this by now, and the meetings are always enjoyable.
They are a great motivation to me to keep writing, not because I feel embarrassed if I haven’t banged out thousands of words since the last meeting, but because I can see how much of a challenge it is for everyone. People go from dull-drum periods where they feel their writing is crap, through times where they can’t motivate themselves at all, to productive, enjoyable, sometime sustained, bursts of enthusiastic writing. And why is that motivating to me? Because I am just the same, and that means that it is OK to wonder whether it is worth it sometimes.
It must be wonderful to be a consistent writing, pushing out a steady few hundred or thousand words every day, of good quality. I also suspect that this is also extremely rare. So I will accept the periods where the writing gets away from me, where sentence structure is as natural as eating a wheelie bin; stop beating myself up about it, and enjoy the times where it flows. When it doesn’t, I shall just try to get a few words down, in the knowledge that when the better times come I will have raw material to work with. Easier to edit something than nothing.
Ultimately, I know I am never going to make a living from writing, it is just an enjoyable pastime for me. If people enjoy my writing, great, but if I don’t enjoy it, what is the point?