Monday, November 26, 2007

Authors and promotion and the sheer slog of it all.

I met an author on Saturday. I didn't know at first that he was, he looked just like an ordinary customer. Joke. In case that doesn't translate. Anyway, he asked me for a book, and he got the title a bit wrong but I knew what he meant, and we had a bookseller/customer polite conversation. We were smiling and chatting, and he asked if we had any books signed by the author. I assumed he wanted to buy one, and said that whilst we do, yes indeed, have signed books, we do not keep them in one area. Then he said no, he is an author, and we sell his books, and he wondered if we would like them signed. He looked uncomfortable asking this, and I enthused loudly to try to overcome the embarrassment. He told me his name, I fetched his books, he signed them, he left. I put special 'signed by the author' stickers on the front covers, I displayed one title in a bay, slotted the others back onto the shelves.

When he went I looked him up as to my shame I haven't read his work. Not only is he an acclaimed writer of novels and short stories, he is also an award winning poet, and a playwright. This is a man who has ostensibly 'made it'. Yet he still thought it prudent to put himself through the uncomfortable squirm of asking to sign his books. Sensible though, the books are now being promoted in our store more prominently than they were before. But should he have to worry about such things? It clearly wasn't a matter of ego with him. (Yes, there are awful booming do you know who I am kinda people who demand to sign, he wasn't one of them.) I assume that he has been told to do his bit to promote his work wherever he can. I dunno, it seems to me that a writer is never allowed to stop the scramble for acceptance.

Talking to one-who-knows-such-things recently was rather depressing. They pointed out that a beginning writer may sub work in the hope of small publications and so on, leading to bigger prizes and hopefully, ultimately, you may be lucky enough to catch the eye of an agent. The agent may like the work enough to take on the writer. They then try to sell the writer's work to a publisher, who then tries to sell the work to bookshops and media, who then try to sell the work to customers. If you're not in a 3 for 2, or a Richard and Judy, or on a prize winning list, then what sets your work apart. At the end of the day, bluntly, who really gives a fuck about reading anything that you have to say? You constantly sub work in the hope that it will be successful, and I was told (not sure if this is true or not) that an average author will only make £8, 000 a year.

That' s why it has to be a compulsion. Any other motivation for writing other than it being that thing that you do because you simply must seems rather silly. It is my thing, my compulsion, and so...on I go.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Ooh, look at this...

Cool bananas eh? I have apparently been awarded this Roar For Powerful Words Lion. Cheers Vanessa.
It is an idea set up here:
http://theshamelesslionswritingcircle.blogspot.com/2007/11/roar-for-powerful-words.html


I am supposed to tell you three things that I believe make writing good and powerful, and then I nominate my own recipients of the award.

1. Truth.
I believe that when writing is honest it shows. I read somewhere recently that fiction is the art of telling truth in an entertaining way.

2. Passion.
When someone cares that shows too.

3. Words.
The larger ones vocabulary the easier it is to say exactly what you mean. That's why Stephen Fry will always be far more articulate than me.

Five people I award this to:
John Self at Asylum
Mark Farley at Bookseller to the stars.
Kellie at The book of Kellies
Kirsty at other stories
Steven at Some other life, cold and complicated


Sunday, November 18, 2007

Vanessa Gebbie; writing, competitions, and brilliance.

Unsurprisingly I love reading as well as writing, but I am incredibly fussy about what I read. God I really am awful; judgemental, bitchy, impatient. Sometimes on this very blog I have moaned about how I yearn to be moved, inspired, delighted or even just entertained by the stories I read, and yet I am so often disappointed. As a writer who is starting to submit to competitions and magazines I am keen to read those who have previously been published in the 'zines or comps. I promise that I don't start from a sneery position, I genuinely wish to be impressed. More often than not I am left feeling very blah about it, and truly wondering what I am missing that the editors saw. Then one day I read the winning entry of a competition at Cadenza by Vanessa Gebbie called 'Yellow diggers, dead crows, gifts" and it was all that I aspire to as a short story writer. Beautiful, moving, precise prose. So, I googled her name, found her blog and left her a message.
http://vanessagebbiesnews.blogspot.com/
Which was when I began to discover how generous she is as a writer. She visited my blog and offered to critique a story I was moaning about. We left messages back and forth, and eventually she invited me to join her online collective for intermediate literary fiction writers "The Fiction Workhouse". I honestly feel that it is only now that my writing can move on to the next level, and a lot of that is to do with Vanessa. She teaches, nurtures, discusses, explains. I don't always agree with her but wow, she's great to disagree with too, she'll listen and reconsider and argue with passion.

Anyway, she has got plenty going on: a short story collection coming out next year, she came first this year in The Daily Telegraph Novel competition, she is working on her debut novel and now, fanfare please:

She has placed second in The Bridport Prize.
http://www.bridportprize.org.uk/storywinners2007.htm

I just wanted to say huge, warm congratulations to a brilliant and lovely writer.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Erm, actually...

Today I am feeling not much in the way of positive. Instead I am feeling rather deflated, and not good enough, and rubbish, and sad, and glum, and like a loser. Oh.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

If I didn't win does that make me a loser? (NYP Award)

So, I didn't win. A lovely guy called Robert Williams did, and you know, he seemed ace which makes it very easy to wish him well. I look forward to selling his book, which I believe is a novel for young adults . The other 2 on the shortlist were also fab (Helen Raymond and Anya Stern) and it was a pleasure to meet them. The evening was tense though. I had to go to Shaftesbury Avenue for the 'do' in a club. It was worrying entering the unknown, going through a nondescript wee door, and climbing the stairs to who knew what. I was given a name badge, and entered a room where clusters of people were chatting and drinking. I felt very stupid, nervous and out of place and hastened to a corner. It's hard to mingle when you feel small and uninteresting! I didn't want to drink in case I got silly, and I couldn't eat because I felt too nervous. Anyway, the announcement was eventually made, and I honestly had no expectation that the winner would be me so it was fine, and I smiled and applauded and was finally able to relax. A lovely bonus was that the 3 runners up were given consolation prizes of Book Tokens, which I will have enormous fun spending. (I have a serious pile up in the Staff reservations cupboard.)

Random bits:

One of the judges was Adele Parks and she was bubbly and friendly, and went out of her way to put us at ease and give advice and lots of 'well dones'.

I can't believe that for much of my adult life I worked in central London. I only moved a couple of years ago, and already I find it scary with its big, busy, briskness!

The stars outside my house tonight when I got home were so bright and clear I looked up in absolute awe and knew how tiny I am on this spinning planet.

The worst thing about tonight is going to be telling people that I have lost, and them saying never mind, you did really well to get that far, and me saying yes, I truly know that, and them thinking, oh, she's really upset, and me knowing that I'm not, but also knowing that nobody will believe that and it all being a bit embarrassing instead of the huge whoo hoo ness that it was before they found out that I didn't win. Does that make any sense at all?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Rice and words.

This is a curious new site, which claims to donate grains of rice through the United Nations to help end world hunger when you correctly identify words. One's vocab level rises when the words become more difficult, and apparently the revenue to pay for the rice is generated by the sponsors adverts at the bottom of the screen. It is perfectly time wastey, and you can feel good about doing it too!

http://www.freerice.com/index.php

Saturday, November 03, 2007

New six sentences: Stupid Head

I have a new 6 up over at the fabulous six sentence site. This one is called Stupid Head.

http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-head.html

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Fabulous new short story collections review site: The Short Review

My writing chum Tania Hershman has launched a new site today. It is called The Short Review, and is a place for, da da, reviews of short story collections. The reviews are written by short story writers, and it is going to be a wonderful place to find out about small press publications, classic collections, new big league collections, all short story collections in fact. It looks wonderful already, she has done a brilliant job.

Go look!

http://www.theshortreview.com/index.html


(Oh, and yes, one of the reviewers is me!)
 

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