I may be cynical, but…

here goes…

There are writers who plan each and every step. They look into the book market and carefully plan the type of book they should write. Before they’ve even written a word they have looked how to market it, the cover, title, which editor and illustrator to use. They’ve calculated their costs, and have probably spammed millions of people for donations. Their book is fifty pages in length. It was many more pages, but said author realised that if he cuts the book into portions he can create a ‘need’ for the book and generate more money.

The book will likely to be on two scales: bland or hardcore but either scale will be emotionless–the passion from the writer-who-loves-to-write is not there only the business man/woman. The plot, though, will be well thought out and developed.

They will embellish their sales, call their book a ‘best seller’ and have a budget to buy reviews (which they will include in every email signature).

Then there are those who write because they love to write. It probably began as a hobby. Scribbling away until a biased person said, ‘Hey, that’s good. Why don’t you publish.’ And they published without an editor, uploading their cover from a stock photo gallery (without sizing). Their characters, with the exception of the token bad guy and the token death, will all be the same.

EVERYONE will have a name and a POV–even the postman. They will either put the book up free and expect it to fly off the cyber shelves, or over price it and STILL expect it to fly off the shelves. When the one-star review comes in they will complain to Amazon and post their disquiet on forums, or worse, argue with their reviewers on forums.

Then there are those who probably started out writing as a hobby like the above, but unlike the above, they knew there was room for improvement. They probably took themselves off to a creative writing class, maybe brushed up on their English. These authors have many, many unpublished MS in a dusty cupboard somewhere. They crave to learn their craft. Lap up any bad reviews and see where they can improve. They beg people to be honest about their work and become frustrated when people are not. They have probably sent their MS for evaluation and SPENT money on their talent.

They are either silent about their sales or brag to anyone who will listen, they may even embellish or woe-is me-no-sales (we all have our faults).

There may be a little bit of each in all of us. 
But those who are ‘discovered overnight’, you can be rest assured, they’ve been tearing their hair out over their books and writing for many, many years just like the rest of us.
Keepy calm, keep writing. 


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Jenny was stranded, but was she alone? 

Eden
paperback coming soon

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A day in the life of an Author


but not this day!

Pink and fluffy chick lit
Amazon.com
Amazon.UK


Really
struggled to get out of bed. Had a late night trying to finish an awkward scene on a novel I’m working on, but ended up playing chess with the computer. This
resulted in a tense stand-off with several more games until I was satisfied
that the computer was sorry that it beat me in two moves on the first game.

Make
coffee, and turn on computer. I can hear it groan. No, that’s my stomach. I
haven’t eaten since, er, Saturday (it’s Monday). Funny, I’m as porky as
ever. Must be the constant supply of Hobnobs. In the kitchen I pour flakes into a bowl,
and top it with milk.

Spooning
said flakes into my mouth, I open my email. Spam. Spam. Spam. And more spam.
Oh! Win a holiday with one click.

I
click. And read. And imagine I’ve won the holiday. I think about the new
clothes I would have buy. Would have to buy a new suitcase, too. And lose
weight. My dream ends, and the very nice, but very loud Chris Evans declares it’s
nine. Already?

I
make another coffee, the previous cold, and delete the spam and the holiday. A
new email comes in. It’s from a lady whose work I was editing. She’s not happy
with the edits. Thinks I was too harsh. Harsh? Learn how to punctuate, muppet!

Another email comes through from an agent I was hopeful on bagging. No, she isn’t
going to pursue with my submission after all. I hit the minimize button. Too early
in the morning to deal with, and I don’t feel strong enough. Insufficient caffeine
circulating the blood stream for a start!

I
glug the coffee, but still don’t feel like reading the agent’s email. I wonder
about deleting it. If I call her and act
like I haven’t seen it, maybe she’ll change her mind?

I
open last night’s scene. Then immediately minimize it, and click on Twitter. Ah, I’ve several
messages and RTs that I need to reply to/thank. Oh no! Kate Moss is trending.
Has she died? I click and see that it’s her birthday. I wish her happy
birthday.

I go
into #wip to see how everyone is getting on with their writing. @Flashgit has managed
5k this morning. I unfollow @Flashgit.

@Bitchfeatures
is still editing her  novel. She said she wrote in the whole damn thing in the NaNoWriMo month. I don’t believe her. I report her for abuse.


I
type: On second coffee and still can’t
get started #wip

Beauty and the Beast
for grown ups
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Amazon.UK
I
open up The Scene and re-read aloud to see if it sounds any better. It
doesn’t.

Back
on Twitter I see if anyone has answered me. They have. @pruebatten suggests I go for a walk to think things over in my head. Good idea actually. The “me time”
is very, very important. Note to self – make more “me time”.

I
shower and dress, and immediately feel better. I grab my bag and car keys and
out I go. Walk? Is she frigging joking! I head to the shops. Nothing like
retail therapy for “me time”.

Several
hours later, and a lots of pounds lighter (money, not weight – I wish!) I come
home. I’ve bought a pair of boyfriend jeans and a T-shirt. I go to dump the bags in
my wardrobe, but as I open the door a pair of jeans, with the label still on, fall
out. I pick them up and remember I bought them last week. They are EXACTLY THE
SAME AS THE ONES I’VE JUST BOUGHT!

Bugger.

Back
at my computer I check my emails. The agent one is still there and I open it sulkily:
“the round table isn’t keen on your concept and doesn’t think it’ll sell”.
Round table? What is she, bloody King Arthur?

Welcome to the dark side
of chick lit
Amazon.UK
Amazon.com

I
open Twitter to pour out my woes: Rejected
again #wip #submission #reject #author Might hit the bottle later.


I glance
at clock to see if this idea is doable. Almost mid-day, a little early, even
for me!

I notice
I’ve lost three followers. Really depressed now. I call my friend and tell her
all about my horrendous morning. She can’t really talk because her house was
burgled last night, and the police are there taking statements. Still, she could
have been a little more sympathetic, selfish cow.

At
the computer I open The Scene.

You
know, it reads really good now. Think I’ll keep it after all.