A little while ago I attended a lecture/seminar given by a really nice guy. I was attending as an English teacher. The aim of his lecture/seminar was to help us become better teachers. He rounded off by getting a bit motivational. We forgave him this because he was nice. He told us that he was of Austrian-German descent – the same as Arnold Schwarzenegger. He told us that he had been told that he sounded just like Arnold. And he did. If you closed your eyes it was like being told how to be a better teacher by The Terminator. And it was obviously not just me who felt like this because when I looked around the auditorium there were a lot of people lying back with their eyes closed.
Anyway, in his Power-point presentation he put up a slide – a little like the one above – letting us know that success comes in cans, not can’ts. He followed this slide with another that said, ‘Be a can. Don’t be a can’t.’ And he read it out for us in his sonorous , serious Arnie voice. Now, try to imagine drifting in and out of sleep – it was a good lunch – and hearing The Terminator addressing you and a couple of hundred other teachers and saying in Arnold Schwarzenegger’s unmistakable Austro-Prussian drawl, ‘Don’t be a can’t’. What would you do? I shot awake and was half way through drawing breath for a big guffaw when, looking about me for others to share the joke with – unintended I’m sure – I was greeted with stony stares. It was about then that I realised that I had to get out of teaching.
I want to be an author who 1) people read and 2) makes money from what he writes. These are my two aims as a writer. This blog is intended to become my record of how it all goes. I would be really pleased to receive comments from anyone who takes an interest in what I’m doing. (That doesn’t include my ex-wives’ legal teams. You won’t get another penny out of me.)
Some people might say, ‘If you want to be a writer, don’t waste time blogging.’ Others might say, ‘I’ve read some of your stuff; you’ve got more chance of winning the lottery.’ Thanks for that by the way, mum.
In response to the first imagined comment I would say: the reason that I’m blogging about it now is because the books that I’m pinning my hopes on are already written – five of them. Hence the title of this blog, ‘Stage 1 – Complete(ish). I have written three police detective novels in a series and two ‘thriller’ novels in another. Although they are all in various stages of completion, I think that I’ve now got enough in the locker, so to speak, to make a start on Stage 2. I just wish that I could be sure of what Stage 2 entailed exactly. Maybe I could make Stage 2 this blog? Incidentally, I do sincerely hope that in the fullness of time this blog might be something that people who have read my stuff seek out to provide me with their comments, corrections (looks like I’ll be doing my own proof-reading) and suggestions. You know, things like don’t give up the day job.
In response to my mum I’d say, don’t forget my ticket for the Roll-Over.
Eagle-eyed readers might have noticed that neither of my two aims stated above mentions getting published. That’s a deliberate omission. Actually, it’s not in doubt because after much soul-searching I’m going to self-publish through Kindle. I’ll post more on that another time.
But for today and for my maiden voyage into the world of blogging I want to leave it at that because I’ve got something to celebrate. Stage 1 was getting the three books in the series that I’m going to go with first in pursuit of my dream on paper to some degree of satisfaction. Today I wrote the last chapter of book three. Actually, it’s still in the computer, but as an old boss I used to work for once said to me, ‘Near enough is good enough.’
Regarding Enough Rope- just one comment – I couldn’t understand how Insp. Romney didn’t ask how the garage was locked up, with Avery trying to get in, when the police arrived?
Surely the girl would have heard if the other supposed victim had got up, let his co- conspirator out, locked up again, and then feigned unconsciousness for when the forces of law arrived?
Apart from that, a cracking good read, congratulations!!!
Hi Rod
Many thanks for checking out the blog and leaving a comment. Glad you enjoyed the book.
I really appreciate it when readers have questions about the plots. They make me think and sometimes they make me sweat. Yours made me do both.
I had to really think long and hard back to that opening chapter regarding your query. To my thinking the intruder took the keys with him, locked up on his way out and threw them away somewhere. And that is why the garage manager was called. He had a spare set to open up. Does that work for you? That way Carl Park could have just remained lying on the floor feigning unconsciousness.
If you see this reply, I really would appreciate your thoughts on my explanation.
Best wishes and I hope that you might read the next in the series.
Hi Oliver having never ever left a comment about anything in my life comes as i surprises to me that i am leaving one now. Having down loaded Rope Enough for free you have now got yourself a complete fan,have now bought all your other book and am going to add it to my Tuesday Ladies group as a book we all read and then comment on Yours will come under the self published and fairly new author. Anyway thanks for a jolly good read sitting on a beach in Cyprus. Spent the last 20yrs traveling around Turkey can’t wait to read that one.
Good Luck keep writing Penny
Hi Penny
I’m genuinely thrilled that you’ve taken that big step of leaving a first comment because of one of my books. As a writer that’s a feeling money can’t buy.
Very pleased that you enjoyed Rope Enough and thanks very much for your purchases of other books. Wonderful news. And if you can get your ladies reading group to give it a go I will be absolutely chuffed to bits.
Twenty years traveling around Turkey must have given you a good few stories to tell. I look forward to seeing what you think of my attempts to depict Istanbul and Bodrum.
All the best and please do let me know how the other reads grab you when you get to them.
Oliver.