I've recently joined the Facebook group 20booksto50k because it seems full of good advice for self publishers. But is any one else stunned by the speed some of these writers are churning books out... and the sort of figures they are earning? I'm feeling slow, poor and inadequate. What sort of books/genres are they working in? (haven't found that out yet)
Over 45 degrees here, it is hard to do anything. Sitting quaffing iced water and dreaming of storms. The filming was completed yesterday (when it was only 41) but today they called off striking the set. Next week it's dropping to 37, they'll do it then.
The local museum just ordered another 15 copies of my history book. It must be selling. Quite chuffed. (Of course it is pretty much guaranteed to sell as it is the only book about our town in English). But for years they wouldn't stock it and now they do, AND treat me with respect. WOW! (Now if only the family would).
Filming glassblowing will be interesting. The set is being built in a glass sided hall hanging over a cliff. It is already more than 30c, next week, during filming, it will reach over 40. Our furnace and glory hole have combined temperatures of nearly 3000 degrees c. I predict cameramen falling like Horse Guards. (FYI no aircon)
We've been asked to build a working glassblowing studio for 10 mins of one episode of a French police drama... it would be easier if the shops that sold gas piping would also sell the fittings for said piping. So writing has taken a back burner for the moment (pun intended).
I am finally considering self-publishing... I have no idea where to start... I've just looked at the (quite scary) facebook group 20BooksTo50K as well as things like Googling 'How to self publish a book' and I'm more daunted and depressed than before. I'm not even sure I understand all the terms being used. I just don't know where to begin and have no money to begin it.
Feeling mighty sorry for myself. According to the physiotherapist who looked at my new x-rays, Lumbar decompression surgery is the only treatment. He also didn't hold up much hope for my neck, and my doctor tut-tutted when she looked at xrays of my hands and recommended a surgeon.
I used to think the nanosecond was the amount of time for the traffic lights to turn green before the Italian in the car behind beeped you. Now I realise that it is, in fact, the amount of time it takes for your cat to sit on the fresh, clean, straight off the line laundry.
Trying very hard to concentrate on finishing WIP... trying very hard to avoid thinking about re-writing (completely) my last book... trying very hard to get some sleep... But Brexit worries are stopping everything!
My husband's theory about why my M/S hasn't found an agent yet is because in my 'world' telepathic communication between species is the norm. He thinks, if only the main protagonist has this power, agents might like it more. Sounds clichéd to me.
I finally have the house to myself... so I can write undisturbed... and I can't think of a thing I want to write! It all seems pointless and I'm feeling talentless and sorry for myself... I know this feeling is temporary and all writers suffer from this self doubt dis-ease from time to time... but it feels HORRID!
No creative writing (since a flurry after Pete's input the other day), but I have produced a 10cm high pile of photocopies & original documents to support my application for French residency. (Just mine, 3 more to go) that's nearly one ream of paper = 6% of a tree.