Hello you.
This post doesn't contain any rapier-sharp observations or the usual whipcrackin' lyrical satire that you might normally associate with me - or not - which, let's be honest, is probably far more likely. But what this post does contain - which I think is just as crucial as me writing lots of posts in an effort to introduce more people to my books - is a little insight into the backroom cogs, pistons and oil that make up my author machine.
I'll be straight with you. I walked into this writing game way back in 2005 with my head full of dreams and ambitions to be a best-selling author, raking in millions and with a successful movie franchise in my back pocket. (Damn that JK Rowling. As much as I love her, she was after all single-handedly responsible for making me believe that a career as an author was a possibility, she didn't 'arf set the bar high. Measuring yourself against the gods, you're only going to be reminded that you're merely a mortal). We're seven years down the line now and I've no way near accomplished what I set out to do in those days of scribbling away in notebooks and learning how to write a query letter, synopsis and what size lettering to use in my manuscripts. I'm a bit older, arguably a bit wiser and definitely a bit less hungry for universal acceptance.
I had always been a keen writer in my youth, until I segued into my other hobby of drawing comic books, meshing the two things together on a variety of projects that will never see the light of day (if I have any say in it). My old comics weren't produced to launch me into the professional stratosphere, they were just what I enjoyed doing, an extension of my love of reading superhero comics (mostly Marvel, but the nostalgic in me has still got nuff luv for DC and the likes of 2000AD, Commando, Starblazer and Warlord). I wasn't in competition with anyone, as I wasn't aiming to be a professional comic artist. Okay, so I'd sent the odd submission off to DC and Marvel over the years (with some excellent feedback rec'd which really helped me get better) but it was fairly relaxed in that I didn't really expect to make a career out of it.
Anyway, when I started to delve back into writing again sometime around 2004/05, I was given some great feedback from online writer's sites which compelled me to finish the book I was working on and submit it. But I wasn't one of those authors that had just the one killer idea and that was it. They say everyone has at least one book in them, but I had hundreds of the damn things going on, and it was hard for me to focus on one at a time. (I still have that problem to this day. As I type this I am revisiting an old MS from 2008 that I just couldn't get right at the time, and I still regularly flip-flop from idea to idea. It's a bad, bad habit). I also got into a habit of only writing 30 pages of a book, or the first few chapters - in other words: I would only write what I needed to complete in order to submit it to an agent/publisher. Once I got the rejection letter, which I stopped collecting once they reached double figures, I would drop that idea and start a new one. Now that is a really, really bad habit and one that I certainly wouldn't advise anyone to do....but it actually somehow miraculously ended up paying off for me.
Back in 2005-ish, I put the opening chapters of
The Equivoque Principle on a website similar to HarperCollins'
Authonomy, where it received some very high marks during the review stage, which in turn allowed it to filter through the ether to the desk of my current publisher,
Scott Pack from The Friday Project (HarperCollins imprint, don'cha know) and I was elated to receive an email from Mr P asking to read the entirety of the book. I clipped my heels and jumped for joy, thanking Zeus for the good fortune - but then it suddenly hit me. Shit, I've only written about 80 pages and it's nowhere near completed! Yikes!!
Luckily, I had plotted the book out and knew exactly where it was going (including the direction of the 3 sequels). Coming from a comic book background, I was used to fast turnarounds, ongoing plots and series arcs. I knew my characters and I knew where I wanted to take them, and so I knuckled down, working well into the small hours of many nights to complete my first proper book. I wasn't really working to any strict deadline, and still had the freedom to set up lots of little things that would eventually pay off down the line in the sequels - See? Even back then I was thinking ahead. I wasn't encumbered by little things like sales figures or promotional campaigns, I was writing, doing what I loved to do, and even better - I was one step further along that path to success (or perhaps even acceptance - or perhaps they're not mutually exclusive).
As an author, I think this Yoda quote from The Empire Strikes Back describes me perfectly:
"A Jedi (an author) must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. This one
a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away... to the
future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was
doing. Hmph! Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi (an author) craves not these
things."
It still felt completely surreal reading (and re-reading) that initial email from Mr P. He liked what he'd read of Equivoque and wanted to read more. My book actually had a shot at getting published, I couldn't believe it. It had come so far out of left field that it was like a dream. Could it really be possible? After all those failed ideas, all those rejections? Could my dreams for the future turn into a reality? Could I be as big as JK?
Well, no as things turned out and it was naive of me to even entertain the thought, but hey - that's called having ambition, sue me. Of course, now I know that anyone that writes to be successful isn't regarded quite as highly as those who have a compulsion to write because they have the soul of an artist. My problem at the time was that I wasn't writing for me. I was looking for a hit. I still have elements of that problem even today. I find that I work best when I don't have any dreams about how successful (or not) my books might be.......I am not disappointed when they're not, but pleasantly surprised when they are. The best of both worlds.
Don't get me wrong,
Equivoque sold, but certainly not mega-numbers. Assisted by being part of
Waterstones' 3 for 2 promotion, it did okay. Just okay. It did unexpectedly well on ebook though, almost as well as the sequel,
The Eleventh Plague. But no, I wasn't going to be rich and famous, and JK had nothing to worry about. Her crown remained firmly ensconced atop that beautiful wheat-blond head of hers. I'm not a millionaire yet, I said to my wife, my friends and my family - and I felt kind of apologetic about that for some reason. As if I'd let them down. But why? It wasn't their dream, they were just piggybacking off mine. I had no idea what sort of sales an author needed to reach before they were classed as successful, and I suppose that's a subjective point. Some might say I should be grateful that I was published at all, and that thousands of other would-be authors would sacrifice their firstborn child for a chance. I should know, I was one. And yes, I am grateful. Very, in fact. Being published and having the support of Mr P and his faith in the Cornelius Quaint series, getting nice emails from strangers that say they enjoyed what they read and when is the next book coming out, having someone randomly seek me out on Twitter just to say Hi, someone taking the time to leave a review on Amazon or iBooks (be they positive or negative). I am grateful for all of that, and it has not only given me a bit more confidence, but it's enabled me to put a foot on the ladder...
Let's be clear: every day I get to write stories about people that I care about, even though most of the time they seem to be put into perilous situations with no clear way of escaping with their lives intact. I am living my dream, but I haven't yet reached my potential. Not yet anyway.
I know this to be true. I feel it. Every new book that I write (or every old one that I revise) has the potential to be the best book I'll ever write. That's very exciting from a creative point of view. And now that I am a bit more experienced in the writing game, I'm better equipped to act on my ideas.
Just as a post-script, someone in a review recently criticised me for writing "You ain't seen the last of me" in my acknowledgements page of one of my books. It wasn't meant as a boast, it was merely a little tagline to say "I'm going to keep on writing because it's what I love to do"....anyone that truly knows me knows that I don't have an ego. I am a sensitive soul, however, and no one likes reading bad things about themselves - especially on a forum like Amazon book reviews where I cannot respond directly to the criticisms being leveled against me.
There.
Glad I got that off my chest.
Next post: I'll be talking about this:
Released on ebook exclusively on 20th February 2012.......it's been a long time coming, but it's well worth the wait, I promise. This is my Empire Strikes Back....make of that what you will.
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