I used to think that self-publishing was the worst kind of cheating. People called it vanity publishing, the perception being that writers whose work wasn’t strong enough to scale the castle walls of publishing would do it to satisfy their egos. In the early- to mid-noughties, during the six- or seven-year period in which I […]Read More Freedom vs Worry
In the run-up to the re-release on Kindle of four titles from my back catalgoue, I’ve been writing new forewords for each book. In the case of Garbage Man, I was a little taken aback by the passion that arose as I found words for my feelings about the challenges we now face on planet […]Read More Garbage Man – a new foreword for the 2019 ebook edition
Within every crisis is contained the seed of opportunity. The firmly closed door of the traditional publishing industry has caused me to rethink the way I make my work available for readers. At some point in the next 4-6 weeks, I will be re-releasing four titles from my back catalogue as Amazon Kindle ebooks. There […]Read More 2019 ebook releases
Following the recent responses to Gallashan from my agent and from editors at four of the smaller houses, I’ve been asking myself these questions: Has publishing really changed so much in the last 10-15 years? Was I just lucky that some of my earlier works made it into print in the traditional way? Or is […]Read More THE PLAN…
Ugh. Yes, you understood that correctly. A mahoosive, monosyllabic, barely linguistic grunt, expressing a profound feeling of resignation. Or perhaps you’re reading too much into it… Whatever the case, ‘Ugh’ is as much expressivity as I can gather under the circumstances. Those of you waiting for news of a new JD’L novel are going to […]Read More Publishing – what it’s done to me, the writer, and you, the reader.
I’m not kidding; sometimes I wish I’d been a plumber. Endless work, a predictable and reasonable wage, instant reward for effort expended: the laws of the universe unfolding harmoniously on a daily basis. It’s not like that with writing. Apart from the endless work, obviously. Last count, I’ve written fourteen novels. I think half of […]Read More *switches brain off*
A year has passed since setting down the opening lines of a new work; the windblown seeds of which first drifted into my consciousness more than twenty years ago. At the time, I’d fasted for four days and nights in a grove of moss-cloaked, lichen-fronded oaks, nestled in the hills overlooking Barmouth, North Wales. The […]Read More GALLASHAN
I need to set this up first, otherwise shooting myself in the foot, which I plan to do in a minute, isn’t going to work. When a writer needs to explain something about their work, whether before or after publication, it’s as though they’re intimating that the work is incomplete. In groups I’ve run and […]Read More For the record – how the Black Dawn became a series
Since my last post, I have been like a man lost in a room piled high with A4 paper. It was a large room, more of a gymnasium really, and it was VERY full. To make matters worse, someone wearing a hat that said ‘Writer’ on it had typed an idea all over those sheets […]Read More Paper. Hats. Lots of paper and hats.
Some weeks ago, I began a new novel, the details of which I posted here. Then I disappeared. Novelists do that. This is me reappearing and saying, “Tada!” because the first draft is complete. Having shown my agent the six-page outline in August, I felt confident to get on with the writing. I went at […]Read More The End = The Beginning. (Maybe.) 🙂