A quick post this one because it’s good news, which, as you know, travels fast.
I’m delighted to say I have a new publisher for my next novel A Quiet Life. I’m now signed with City Stone Publishing, a great little publisher based in the UK who plan to put out my book towards the end of the year.
Below is a link to my page on their website including a biog and a Q and A wherein you can learn such fascinating facts as what I would do if I was invisible for a day – I will leave you to insert your own joke here on that one.
It’s taken me a few months to find a new home for my book after my last publisher unceremoniously collapsed just before it was supposed to put mine out. My main take-away from that experience is how great the writing community is. Not only did the wider community help with useful advice for me on social media but my fellow authors who had been signed to the collapsed publisher, who were all in the same boat as me, banded together in a Facebook group and we were able to offer each other support and tips on finding a new home for our work. I think I am right in saying that pretty much everyone from that group is sorted out now, either with a new publisher or setting off down the road to self publishing, whichever suits their own temperament and circumstances.
So all’s well that ends well hopefully – though of course I will only really be saying that once my book is out – but I have confidence in my new partners and, as always, I travel in hope.
As Christmas approached I was just a few weeks away from the publication of my latest novel and looking forward to flicking through its freshly printed pages, when the small press publisher who I was signed to collapsed, leaving all the authors who were with them unexpectedly homeless and soon to be out of print.
Times are tough for small businesses of all kinds I know and I have a lot of sympathy for publishers who are bringing out books on small margins in a crowded marketplace.
It was bad news for all the authors who had books out with this publisher, but even worse news for the publishers themselves who had lost their business and their dream.
Nothing for a while then lots happening all at once. Such is the way of the world whether you are waiting ages for a bus and three come along, or waiting for your book to be published.
A first piece of news – My book now has a title. In truth this is about the fourth it has had as I have vacillated, come up with a new one then vacillated again, but this is the one which will be on the cover – it’s called A Quiet Life.
Not done a blog for a while. No reason really other than that I got out of the habit, other things intervened, life happened, you know how it is.
I thought I’d like to do an update though, just record recent developments in my writing life.
The key one is that I have another book finished. I started it ages ago then it sat untouched as scribbles in a notebook tucked away in a drawer for a while until along came lockdown, that huge pause in everyone’s busy lives, and suddenly I had the time and the head space to finish it.
I was at the royal wedding last week. I mean, I wasn’t actually sat in the church of course – I was around the margins, doing my PR job. Sorting out media interviews, sitting in green rooms, arguing over wrist bands, pushing through crowds.
That’s my role at important events – I’m there but nobody notices. Do you remember Zelig? It was a film by Woody Allen, back in the day, about a character who was always on the fringes of history – popping up anonymously in the back right corner of photographs. That’s me, I’m Zelig. And that’s most writers I think. We like to be where the action is, but we don’t want to be part of the action, we want to observe it.
Blood Brothers is something of a phenomenon, one of only three musicals to have more than 10,000 performances in London’s West End, known as the Standing Ovation Musical because it brings audiences to their feet. It’s a huge hit. And it’s current UK tour seems to be heading the same way, it’s a hot ticket. If you are looking for a seat you’d better be quick because they are in short supply.
Old age is a tricky subject to write about I’ve always thought. Tricky and important. Because it comes to us all in the end, if we’re lucky.
The difficulty with portraying old age in art is that it can become maudlin, without hope: “And age, and then the only end of age’ as Philip Larkin wrote. But Ronald Harwood deals with his tough subject matter beautifully in his play Quartet.