Some FAQ

Diagnosed in infancy by my mother and then raised by her to believe that I was born with a severe and neurotic multiple-personality disorder – a condition which, I suspect, has been seriously aggravated by years of teaching – the voices in my head that I have learned to live with are frequently asking questions on a number of essential issues such as life, the universe, my place in it and why am I so violent. Lately my voices have become much more focussed on my writing. They ask questions like, ‘What’s the point? Why are you bothering? Who do you think will ever read this stuff? Have you ever thought that there might be good reasons that you can’t get a literary agent?’ and then arguing over the answers with each other. Sometimes I can find it hard to sleep. However, the cloud over my life that is my mental illness, I realise, has a silver lining. I can create and furnish my own author FAQ page with the material that my inner voices generate. A FAQ page on my blog will take me one step closer to feeling like a proper author, as I have seen from my research into being a real author that some of them do condescend to having FAQ pages on their professional looking websites. Having a FAQ page on my blog is really going to make me feel important and happy, even if I am asking all the questions myself. As I often had occasion to say to my second ex-wife, ‘Being mentally ill doesn’t have to mean that you must be permanently miserable.’ In fairness to her, she would counter, ‘No, but being married to you isn’t helping.’

(Incidentally, I think that it’s worth pointing out that my mother has/had no medical training or qualifications in mental health assessment, or any branch of medicine for that matter (she did have a framed typing certificate on the wall in the lounge, I remember – that was the first house that we lived in; the one that she burnt down when my father left us to pursue a life as a circus trainer of Shetland ponies. I’m sure that it was a mere oversight, brought on by her grief and intoxication with strong liquor (medicinal and self-prescribed) that she did not wake me and evacuate me from the building before pouring petrol through the letter box and flicking a flaring Swan-Vesta in after it.)

Here are a few of the frequently asked questions that I am frequently asking myself about the Romney and Marsh series, frequently.

Where are the books located and why?

At present the only copy of each title is in a box file at the bottom of the wardrobe in the spare bedroom. This is because my current future ex-wife can’t bear to have them, ‘lying around making the place look untidy and attracting dust’.

What I meant was, where are the books set geographically and why?

Sorry. The setting for the Romney and Marsh books is Dover in Kent. I chose this location for two reasons: I’m familiar with Dover having lived there on and off for a while a few years ago and it’s a great town. Let me rephrase that. It’s a shit town (perfect for lots of crime) but Dover does have some fascinating historical, contemporary man-made and natural places to visit. There are the cliffs, the castle, the secret war-time tunnels, the grand shaft, the Roman painted house and the Grand Redoubt is sometimes open to visitors. Although I haven’t been there yet (because I now live abroad) it’s on my to-do list next time I’m home. There is the ferry port, Samphire Hoe and the beach and a good deal of handsome and interesting period property dotted about. Dover is also still a garrison town, or at least lots of soldiers are always coming and going. And, of course, France is just across the water. In short, lots of scope for interesting locations for crime. The fact that I have not used any of Dover’s geographical resources listed above in the first three books should not be taken as an indication that I am unable to utilise these rich, interesting features in a literary way.

When the idea first occurred to me to set the books in Dover I had a look around the internet but couldn’t find that anyone else had done the same so here we are.

What made you choose to write a police detective series? How are you qualified to write a police procedural novel?

I’ll answer the second question first – what is a police procedural novel? Secondly, I’ll answer the first question second. I didn’t set out to write a police detective series. It just sort of happened. I had an idea for a book and then I wrote it and I liked the characters and thought – a bit like Tony Blair and the people who elected him – that I could use them again and again? I am enjoying watching them develop and grow as people – unlike Tony Blair. Writing a police detective series might be ill-advised seeing as my only brush with the long arm of the law was …well nothing was proved anyway. That’s the main thing. But I do read crime novels.

Oh, do you? Who are your favourite authors?

Can’t we just talk about me and my writing?

Yes, of course, but I want to know who your influences are. Who do you steal your ideas from? That sort of thing.

My favourite authors are – in no particular order – me, myself and I. I also like Michael Dibdin, Elmore Leonard, CJ Sansom, Patrick O’Brian, Robert  Harris and many others that I will get around to naming in the fullness of time. But for now I’d rather concentrate on me.

When did you start writing?

I moved to Turkey just over three years ago. In Turkey I realised that I was completely free of responsibility. If I chose to sit down and write for a bit I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about not being out fixing the leaky roof, or painting walls, or any one of a hundred house-maintenance jobs that were always beckoning on the home that I lost in the last divorce. And if it wasn’t the house maintenance it was the household chores: cleaning, ironing, washing clothes etc. And then there was work, of course, to interfere with my authorial aspirations and children and family. No, really, stealing a lot of money from my last employer, moving to Asia minor, changing my name, renting a small flat, leaving no forwarding address  and employing a local peasant woman to look after my household needs has freed me up to write properly. I’m finally happyish.

How long does it take you to typically write one of your books?

I can manage two books a year. I alternate between the Romney and Marsh books and the Patrick Sansoms. However, if you care to look back on my blog you will see that I have interrupted my writing in order to do all the things that are necessary for me to self-publish. This might take another couple of months after which I will start on the next Patrick Sansom.

What is your writing process? What are your writing routines?

I find that the only way that I can write is with a computer. Although I do have to say that it can become rather awkward and tiresome to keep picking it up to dip in the ink-well. I read somewhere that one particular author who shall remain nameless (I don’t want to give him any free publicity on my blog) – but he’s a household name and a notorious perverter of the course of justice, a jail-bird and ex-MP – handwrites up to seven drafts of his books. What a truly well-formed wanking arm that man must have. I have trouble writing a shopping list without stopping to rest my arm.

I have no set times that I write. No set routines. I do try to write something every day when I’m engaged on a project and to be honest I can get a bit crotchety if life gets in the way and stops me.

On a good day I can manage five thousand words. On a bad day (for English literature) I can sometimes produce six thousand. As an example I have just written two thousand two hundred and fifty six words on this load of rubbish.

I don’t need peace and quiet to write. With my personality disorder I have become used to blocking out unwelcome voices. I prefer to write in the mornings. I can’t get up at five o’clock to write like some and I can’t stay awake past nine o’clock in the evening.

When I realised that I had the time and opportunity to write I bought my first laptop. This was in Turkey, which, for those who don’t know, is a foreign country with a foreign language. This was also a mistake. Until I got used to the foreign language keyboard I could barely manage a comprehensible hundred words a day. Turkish computers don’t have qwerty keyboards. They have zktgspob keyboards. Hence, the sentence, ‘Inspector Romney ejaculated in the direction of Sergeant Marsh,’ reads something like, ‘ Ipsloeot rlmolusn klsohd alk djiot dosue cojkks rojsjsm,’ on my Turkish laptop screen. It made initial proof reading of my work very difficult.

I print out drafts of my books at work when everyone has gone home and smuggle them past security in my Sponge-Bob lunch bag. No one has ever thought to wonder what I could be secreting in that; the thousands of pounds I could be costing the foundation in paper and printing ink. It’s an aspect of working for them that I really enjoy. One of the few. Bastards.

Thankfully, for my writing output’s sake the very wise and puritanical Turkish authorities have seen fit to make the finding of pornography on the internet virtually impossible as they have gradually and methodically shut-down every web-link that even suggests it might contain a whiff of something of a sexual nature. In consequence, I’m not wasting hours a day trawling the www for sexually explicit material to further push back my boundaries of incredulity at what people will do for money and personal amusement.

Where do you find the time to write?

I ignore my family and call in sick to work about three times a week. I told them that I have AIDs and that I need regular treatment. They are cool with that. I haven’t told them it’s incurable. I have company health insurance.

Where did the names for the main characters come from?

Detective Inspector Romney was originally Detective Inspector Moses. Detective Sergeant Marsh was originally Detective Sergeant Stone. I’ve just remembered something. When I started to think that I might have a go at a series, I had the idea that I’d write a themed series the novels of which were to be based on the Ten Commandments. Each book would have at its centre a crime that was a reflection of one of the Ten Commandments – just to make that clear. And so I thought it would be ‘clever’ to call the characters Moses, as in Moses, and Stone, as in set in. And then one day I watching the news and saw something about Mitt Romney and his progress as a hopeful American presidential candidate. I thought that Romney sounded like a good strong name – probably why that particular Romney was doing so well. I can’t see much else to recommend him to the voters. Now, I was born and bred on Romney Marsh – just down the road from Dover – and whenever I hear the word Romney I can’t help making the association of Marsh. And so it was that when I thought of the name of Romney for a character I instantly thought of Marsh for another. And then, I thought why not change the names of the two coppers and give myself a little in-joke in my writing. I have never regretted my decision. As for their Christian names I like the sound of Tom Romney and I can’t say why I chose the name Joy for Marsh. I might get sued.

Detective Constable Grimes, the most significant and regular of my other characters, had his name chosen because, for me, the word Grimes conjures up images that reflect elements of his character like no other reasonable word can. I could hardly call him Detective Constable Dirty-Fucker.

Other characters that play bit parts in the books usually have their names made up from Christian names and surnames of people that I have known/know. I don’t have a problem with that. If any of them do they can sue me and then I might just resurrect them in a future book as a child molester.

How do you honestly rate your writing?

Honestly. I’m not the worst writer that I have ever read. And I have read some books that have been published by mainstream publishers that I have no doubt my writing is better than in every regard.

Name some authors who you think that you write better than.

No.

Do you have any regrets about what you’ve written so far?

Yes. I regret that I haven’t made any money out it.

Thank you for my time.

I’m welcome.

Final, Final Proof Reading

 

One thing that I’ve quickly come to realise about blogging is that essentially one is writing to and for ones self. Firstly, I can’t even find my blog if I copy and paste the http address into Google  so what chance would anyone else have of stumbling across me? Maybe I’m just doing something wrong. Maybe I’ve clicked a button in settings that says ‘Keep Blog Private’. Hang on, I’d better just check that. No, I haven’t. Secondly, it seems that the world and his wife are so busy blogging that no one has any time to spare to comment on other people’s blogs. Can anyone else smell sour grapes?

But it doesn’t matter anyway because this blog was not conceived as something that people were going to read or subscribe to in their legions with a view to keeping up with my occasional witterings about my mundane existence or my dull views of anything.  From the outset it has been intended to be a weblink that people who might download one of my books from Amazon Kindle (when they are finally uploaded) could follow to see what’s planned or what they’ve missed or what they can look forward to or what they will know to avoid in future. (Cunningly, I’m going to include my blog web address in the uploaded Kindle book. I notice another self-publisher did this. Mind you, there’s not much point if the web address doesn’t lead anywhere. I will have to sort that out.) And, of course, it’s going to serve as a record of my self-publishing venture. My self-publishing diary. Depending on how that goes I might have some useful stuff to include for any others who decide to do what I’m going to but don’t know where to start (and stumble across my blog when they type in search terms like ‘failed self-publishing experiment’ or perhaps ‘how to make a million pounds from self-publishing your set of three crime novels’). To that end I’m including in the Blogroll any links that I think might prove useful or interesting.

Today I made a start on my final, final proof read of my first title, Rope Enough.  Actually, that’s not strictly true. I started by reading the first three chapters yesterday, but I was tired and feared that I hadn’t been concentrating and might have missed something. So today I shut myself away for a while and started again, but with a difference. It’s a difference that is instantly working and paying dividends for me. I’m reading the book out loud to myself. It’s not a proof reading technique that I read about; it’s just a different approach for reading a book that I’ve read at least five times already. And, like I said, it’s paying dividends.

Reading aloud gives another dimension to the reception of the text. Because I’m hearing it, I’m hearing things that don’t flow, words that could be bettered, things that aren’t necessary. I’m also enjoying hearing the story. I’m making alterations that I wouldn’t have thought to make if I hadn’t heard the text and I think that they are all improvements. That’s seems obvious, doesn’t it? I mean as an aspiring Kindle millionaire I’m hardly likely to deliberately make the book worse am I? But I hope that you know what I mean? I do, actually. And it needed saying. (That was me blogging to and for myself and answering me.) Of course, now that I’ve started I’ll have to continue reading aloud, which could get a bit awkward on the bus in the mornings. Still, as I always say, fuck everyone else.

Yesterday I made a couple of extra pages for my blog. They were unrelated pages about the separate series of books that I’m writing. I realise that now that I’ve done this I have an opportunity to give a brief synopsis of each of the titles included in each series. That will fit in with my self-promotion to me about my books. I can’t wait to write and then read them (probably aloud for effect).

Blog (noun) good

I’m very new to blogging. I’ve currently been doing it for about a week. Most of that time has been spent trying to understand how to set up my blog rather than actually writing anything. Tonight, for instance, I worked out how to add links and a blogroll and new pages. I’m really impressed and astounded that I can customise my own piece of cyber space with all these widgets and none of it costs a penny. That’s brilliant and a wonderful thing.

When I was figuring out my long-game plan for my self-publishing I thought that I’d need a website. I even bought my domain name in advance – olivertidy.com. Now, I’m not so sure. Having spent a couple of evenings getting to know and understand the options and possibilities of a blog I’m beginning to think that a blog might be all that I need.

What I need from a weblink for anyone whose interest I can attract to my titles is simply somewhere that they can visit to see something of my proposed publishing time-line and maybe a bit of blurb on each of the books. As I have been able to set up two new pages on this blog to incorporate the two series of books that I have written/am writing this would appear to have satisfied that need.

Looking around at what I’ve managed tonight I’m really quite pleased with the way it’s shaping up. For the first couple of days I felt like I’d just moved in to a new flat. My blog was bare and functional. There were no pictures on the walls or books on the shelves. Now, I have both. Now, it’s beginning to feel like home.

Creating an e-book cover

I’m keen to do everything myself that’s involved  in my foray into self-publishing. That includes the creation of e-book covers. I did look online at professional artists who offer this service and while I will freely admit that their work is stunningly good I want to do this. Unlike just about everything else in my life this is about the principle, not the money. And this is, after all, self-publishing. So, after fifteen minutes following a Youtube tutorial here is the e-cover for my first novel in my Romney and Marsh police detective series. I don’t hate it. I actually quite like it.  Here is the link for the tutorial.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp2X68syG5E It’s very simple to follow. In fact I enjoyed the exercise so much I might go back and try the other two.

Fail to prepare, prepare to fail.

 

It’s a glib cliché, but it’s also a truism. And it makes sense. If you have an idea and a shot at making it work, why not give it the best chance of success? especially if the idea is something that you’ve been building up to for a couple of years and poured just about all of your creative juices (yuk! Do they smell?), not to mention a good deal of sweat, tears (yes really) and time into. Just re-read that – perhaps I should be writing cheesy motivational speeches for people who have become emotionally involved (unstable/deluded) with their dreams of being an overnight online publishing sensation. Hang on that’s me! OK, I’m paying attention. Go on.

So, the plan is as follows.

  1. Write three books in a series. Check.
  2. Buy my own name domain name for my author website. Check.
  3. Start a blog in the hope of being able to ‘network’ and generate some interest in what I’m doing. Check.
  4. Set up a website that will link readers to more information about the series and what’s out next and when.
  5. Design and create my e-dust-jackets for the books.
  6. Investigate the ins and outs of the Kindle author options.
  7. Format first book ready for Kindle.
  8. Upload first book to Kindle by Christmas (just in time for the Christmas rush of lucky people who were gifted a Kindle for Christmas and are looking for some free books to download). Yes free. I’m going to give the first one away. Imagine how truly devastated I’ll be if no-one wants to read me for nothing. (Stop thinking negatively. Sorry. It’s just counter-productive and unnecessary. I said sorry. Can we leave it?)
  9. Format second book and download to Kindle for a small fee (about a £1) to see if, out of the tens of thousands of people who were happy to read me for nothing maybe some of them will be (a) hooked into following the characters in another tale of policing the South-East of England and (b) don’t mind paying a ridiculously nominal fee for the (pleasure? You’re doing it again. What? Being unattractively self-deprecating. Sorry.)
  10. Format third book and download to Kindle to satisfy the nationwide – make that the English language speaking world’s – thirst/hunger/pathological demand for more of the same. These enthusiasts will not mind paying the paltry sum of £2.99 for this book. (Three good reads for under £4!
  11. All the time I’m interacting with my legion of fans through my website and blog.
  12. Repeat process of formatting and downloading to Kindle the second series of books. By the time the first two have been received to huge critical and reader acclaim I will have finished the third and formatted and downloaded that.
  13. Be fought over by agents and publishers (maybe someone could die in the crush? Preferably one of those who rejected me) for my signature pledging the world rights (cinematic and written) to my back catalogue.
  14. Accept seven figure non-refundable sum in a five book deal.
  15. Be clinically diagnosed with writer’s block.
  16. Retire to villa in Bodrum to wake late, swim in the Aegean, breakfast on the balcony and read in the afternoons. Evenings will be taken up socialising, eating and drinking too much and playing the guitar and my own songs in a bar that I bought into because I ran out of things to do with my new found wealth.
  17. Die happy.

I didn’t realise that I’d been thinking about it quite so much. Still plenty to do, but five minutes surfing the www for Bodrum villas won’t hurt. After all, fail to prepare…..

Self-publish and be damned.

 

I never was intending to self-publish. I was adamant that I would not. I really was not even considering ‘vanity-publishing’. I was going to hang out for as long as it took until I could get a literary agent who would recognise the possibilities in my writing and launch me. Then I experienced a dose of reality.

I wrote my first book and liked it well enough.  Even after giving it a few months locked away in the darkness of my desk drawer I liked it. Two of my friends read it and they liked it. My mum liked it, too. I tried a few literary agents. They didn’t like it. Or rather they didn’t even bother to read it. That was the genuine impression that I got from my rejection emails. But I still liked it.

I wrote another book and liked that too. So did my mum. I tried a few literary agents – some different ones. Guess what? They didn’t like it, or rather…you know what.

I don’t live in the UK. The number of literary agents who will accept submissions by email – I really can’t afford to keep sending out the first three chapters in hard copy at international postage rates – is surprisingly small, I found. Coupled with this was the impression that I was getting that they weren’t even reading my submissions. And, from my research of literary agents, I was getting the picture that getting published – actually make that just generating some interest in the submission – was next to impossible. Typically, agents’ submissions pages mention that they receive hundreds of submissions every week from which, perhaps, they might actually take on two or three new authors a year. Not great odds. Certainly not odds that I was prepared to settle for. Maybe mum knew what she was talking about after all.

I looked into self-publishing an e-book through Amazon’s Kindle. The idea appealed to me. Still does. I read stories of authors who had gone the Kindle route and done well. The more that I read the more I understood that even this route is not as simple as convert your text to an acceptable format, download it and sit back and wait to get rich and famous. The successful e-book authors who had come from obscurity had often had long-games that they were playing. This was a business and like every successful business it needed a business plan. So, I thought about it some more and continued to write and formed a business plan.

When I finished my fourth book (two in one series and two in another) I was beginning to feel that I should start doing something pro-active about kick-starting and furthering my ambitions. Above everything – even the fame and fortune – I really just want people to read my stuff and let me know what they think.

Having looked into e-publishing more deeply and put my I-must-get-published-in-the-proper-way-vanity aside, I can see that self-publishing through the internet as an e-book isn’t really vanity publishing in the traditional sense of the term. I’m not going to invest thousands of pounds getting a few dozen copies of my book(s) published only to have them sit in my garage (if I had one) sprouting mould. It’s not like that at all. Depending on one’s motives it can be a form of literary entrepreneurship; a shot at a small business and like all small businesses it would need a good business plan and a good product.

One argument from the self-interested traditionalists of publishing that will never go away is that because e-publishing has no gate-keepers and is unpoliced it is therefore an unworthy mode of publishing. But, be that as it may, that doesn’t automatically mean that everything that is self-e-published is rubbish. Some of it is. I’ve wasted some of my valuable reading time on stuff that was e-published and was, in my humble opinion, dire. And some of it is very good.

So, I set my sights on e-publishing and I etched out a long-game plan – I don’t really like the term business plan for this, even if that is, essentially, what it is. One of the fundamental requirements – other than that my writing must convince me that it’s good enough to make a positive impression on readers of the genres that I’m writing in – was that I have three books in one of my series all finished to varying degrees. This was stage one and is now completed. The first two are just awaiting final, final, proof-readings and then formatting, jacket-designs and downloading to Kindle and the third has been completed in a first draft. No rush on that one.

There is still much to do, but for the purposes of my – what to call it? – literary adventure? the back of it is broken. The books are written. It’s exciting. It’s interesting. It’s going to be a lot of learning and work – a labour of love. But I’m looking forward to the journey with relish and enthusiasm. Whatever happens, my writing will not sit slowly evaporating off the pages trapped in my desk and on my hard-drive only to be incinerated and wiped when I’m dead. And at least I’ll have tried. I’ll know.

Stage 1 – Complete(ish)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.’