I have heard this week that the paperbacks of my books are very nearly there - the delay on Amazon's end is just about over. The holds on The Sianian Wolf are in the process of being lifted (which means they have now decided some illegal is not taking place, which of course we've been telling them all along) and once they are, my copies of the next three paperbacks in the series will be shipped to me. Trust me, when this happens, I will blog about it in ecstasy.
I've just now finished another book. I wrote 14,000 words this week, because I was right at the end anyway, and it was exciting to write the climax. That's always the easiest and yet most agonising part of the book to write. The book has clocked in at 82,000 words, which isn't too long or too short. I shall put in chapter headings and edit it in the next little while. It will be interesting to see if it's actually worth reading.
I'll put it this way - if you like conspiracy theories and moments where you question if your life is a lie, you will like this book. If you don't, you'll absolutely hate it. It posits that large portions of the official 9/11 story are untrue. But I can get away with this, because the novel is in the paranormal/urban fantasy genre. A supernatural being who is able to appear as a human (but isn't actually) is charged by her people to spy on the humans. Her particular post is in Lower Manhattan. However, she is cut to the heart by the lies she sees with regards to large scale events and seeks to expose the truth. The book is called The Interloper, because the end result is that she doesn't really fit anywhere... and she is, of course, intruding where she isn't wanted. Much like a bright light shining itself into a room where darkness is preferred... or a policeman entering the building of several drug-dealers. The idea behind the story is that without help from outside of ourselves, humans can never rise above their own corruption.
I have no idea if the story is any good or not. I'll have to read back through it. I may discover it is utter trash and hide myself in embarrassment. In talking about 9/11, it does deal in parts with a very sensitive topic. And I may not have done that all that well.
It was interesting researching Lower Manhattan - looking at all the google earth street views. Google earth is, of course, brilliant - and slightly creepy. For a good summary of how the average person views google earth, I recommend the following Michael McIntyre YouTube clip.
Naturally, it isn't the same as being there. But I quite honestly wouldn't like to go there. I'm quite happy where I am. I spent some time making coffee before I finished writing the book, and it reminded me how comfortable things can be in your own home, with your own coffee liqueur and your own coffee machine. (There was a sad moment where I discovered in the fridge old milk in the coffee machine jug that had solidified into a mustard-coloured jelly mass, but apart from that, the experience of making fancy coffee was pleasant.)
I include these pictures to show you that it is impossible to write without adequate sustenance (e.g, coffee with a pinch of alcohol).
I've just now finished another book. I wrote 14,000 words this week, because I was right at the end anyway, and it was exciting to write the climax. That's always the easiest and yet most agonising part of the book to write. The book has clocked in at 82,000 words, which isn't too long or too short. I shall put in chapter headings and edit it in the next little while. It will be interesting to see if it's actually worth reading.
I'll put it this way - if you like conspiracy theories and moments where you question if your life is a lie, you will like this book. If you don't, you'll absolutely hate it. It posits that large portions of the official 9/11 story are untrue. But I can get away with this, because the novel is in the paranormal/urban fantasy genre. A supernatural being who is able to appear as a human (but isn't actually) is charged by her people to spy on the humans. Her particular post is in Lower Manhattan. However, she is cut to the heart by the lies she sees with regards to large scale events and seeks to expose the truth. The book is called The Interloper, because the end result is that she doesn't really fit anywhere... and she is, of course, intruding where she isn't wanted. Much like a bright light shining itself into a room where darkness is preferred... or a policeman entering the building of several drug-dealers. The idea behind the story is that without help from outside of ourselves, humans can never rise above their own corruption.
I have no idea if the story is any good or not. I'll have to read back through it. I may discover it is utter trash and hide myself in embarrassment. In talking about 9/11, it does deal in parts with a very sensitive topic. And I may not have done that all that well.
It was interesting researching Lower Manhattan - looking at all the google earth street views. Google earth is, of course, brilliant - and slightly creepy. For a good summary of how the average person views google earth, I recommend the following Michael McIntyre YouTube clip.
Naturally, it isn't the same as being there. But I quite honestly wouldn't like to go there. I'm quite happy where I am. I spent some time making coffee before I finished writing the book, and it reminded me how comfortable things can be in your own home, with your own coffee liqueur and your own coffee machine. (There was a sad moment where I discovered in the fridge old milk in the coffee machine jug that had solidified into a mustard-coloured jelly mass, but apart from that, the experience of making fancy coffee was pleasant.)
I include these pictures to show you that it is impossible to write without adequate sustenance (e.g, coffee with a pinch of alcohol).
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