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“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.” — Anatoli Boukreev
Pick a mountain. Any mountain.
Life’s a beach. When tsunamis roll in there’s no option but to seek the rarefied air of higher ground.
At the moment I have bloggers block so bad I can’t even blog about why I can’t blog. So I’ve picked my mountain.
It’s one that takes a bit of preparation — an exercise regime, some attention to diet, that kind of thing. The idea is to keep focused on something bigger than the tsunamis. The actual climb is the easy bit. I’m no mountaineer. I never go further than base camp. This time there’s not even a base camp. I’m taking the scenic route.
So pick your mountain. Any mountain. And when you’ve climbed it, sit back and let go. That’s the hard part.
The main obstacle to self-publishing is the publicity. How do you hook people into reading your stuff? Way back in 2012 I was desperately trying all channels to publicize my book, Hillary’s Angel. An IT friend persistently told me to start a blog. Eventually, six months later, I did.
It was scary. Blogging didn’t come naturally at first, but one day I woke up with the realization that it had become a hobby — something I actually enjoyed. However, 18 months later I still have no way of knowing if it has helped sell any books. I tried unsuccessfully to get feedback from Amazon (at one stage there was a nifty chart on my Amazon author’s page, which sky-rocketed whenever I made a sale, but that was taken down for “upgrading” months ago and never replaced) and I’ve not had a whiff of a royalty from them to date.
The idea is (or, rather, MY idea is) that people who read my blog will think WOW I’d like to tuck into more stuff by this magnificent blogger and will then click on and download my Wonderful Book. Certainly I’ve really enjoyed several self-published books that I found on WordPress. Some great writing is not being published via the old-fashioned/conventional channels. In fact, it’s often better than the stuff in the bookstores (and a whole lot cheaper). But in my case I only have positive evidence that blogging has helped me sell one copy.
In another way (ie not sales related) I do have concrete proof that blogging has helped me publish. Early on it connected me with another first-time self-publisher who was far more blog-literate than I was and incredibly supportive with no prospect of financial reward (which still amazes me).
Indirectly, thanks to her encouragement, on 21 December I finally delivered another book. This time I published with Smashwords (following my blog-friend’s example) in ebook format only. This is SELF-PUBLISHING in the true sense of the word. Along with the (minimal) effort and the risks involved it has one major advantage: I can now tell exactly how many books I sell. This time around I’m not uploading to Amazon and I’m not asking folk to review me (if they do it will just be a bonus). So for me 2014 will be an honest experiment to see if blogging really DOES help self-publishers connect with readers.
That said, I can tell you what (in my experience) does NOT sell books. First and foremost, a book launch. Rubbish. I had a great party, but didn’t sell a single copy. In fact, if you asked my friends I don’t think they’d be able to tell you why we had the party in the first place. Secondly, book reviews. I had at least three four-star reviews but suspect I was the only one who read them. Next, bookshops. As a self-publisher I found it next to impossible to get bookstores to sell my books. (Another reason why I’m opting for ebook-format only this time round.) I sold three books at each of the two stores that very kindly put Hillary’s Angel on their shelves.
Then we come to “friends and family”. All the publishing guidelines recommend that you do NOT give friends and family copies of your books. Thing is, they don’t tell you how to get these friends and family to buy their own copies. In the end I gifted copies to most of mine.
So what do I hope to achieve by the end of 2014 (apart from the obvious massive sales to all you supportive WordPress bloggers)? Well, firstly, I’m already deep into a Mills and Boone type romance (publish or perish) to be published anonymously. And secondly (and sadly) I’m thinking of awarding a special prize to my friends for the most inventive excuse for not buying my books. The list is growing daily. (And yep, that would be a book prize.)
On a more serious note, so far I’ve sold two whole copies of my new book Upside Down. Both to family, who bought them solely in an attempt to “cheer me up”. One was bought by my daughter, who doesn’t read books anyway, and one by my husband when he heard I’d reduced the price to $1. No, these are not tears of joy …
DAILY PROMPT: LAND OF CONFUSION
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.
I wasn’t the only one to feel the confusion. Many people felt so out of place that they left the country. We all had mixed motives — those who stayed and those who left. No-one was motivated entirely by materialism or ideals, and sometimes it was simply a matter of survival. Some of us had no choice. We lived day to day, some hand to mouth. South Africa of the Apartheid years was a land of confusion alright.
My novel is an attempt to tell that story. It is set in a small South African town — a microcosm of the society as a whole as it lurched through a border war and liberation struggle. Today at least we are no longer confused. Our rainbow nation has been transformed by hope.
Cover design: Aria la Faye. Publication date: 21 December 2013. Publishers: Smashwords
My book Upside Down is ready for publication on Smashwords. I have my cover, the editing’s done. But like this robin chat I can’t resist turning over a few more leaves just in case. The trouble is, there are so many layers to our lives. My book is fiction, but it is based on historical events. When is the research done? When is enough enough? My editor says the time has come. She even edited out some extraneous detail. I couldn’t agree more. But when someone sends an sms to say he’s got more to say … I’m tempted. And when I read another book, one that contradicts earlier facts … I wonder.
I’ve told myself that a work of fiction is just that. I am not obligated to get every detail right. My characters are allowed to be fallible too. Their opinions are not the last word. But still, I feel compelled to look, to dig beneath those layers of leaves and scrabble through the dirt.
On Thursday I met a gentleman with a handlebar moustache. He had no intention of shaving it off to begin a fresh growth for the international moustache growing month of Movember, but chatting to him gave me an idea for a story … and in the US of A this is also National Novel Writing Month…
November has thirty twenty-four hour days (believe me). So if I write one 300-word page an hour (and that’s on a good day) I must set aside five hours a day to write 50 000 words by the time you’ve all grown your moustaches and saved the planet. But where do I find a spare five hours a day during mulberry season? Even if I resist the temptation [crazy laughter] to make gallons of juice, jam and shortcake, the berries won’t rake themselves into neat little piles like they did in Camelot. So I guess I should join the National Blog Writing Month effort instead…
But it is tempting. If I set aside the forty-five minutes a day I spend looking for my cell phone, plus the half an hour I spend looking for my keys, postpone breakfast and lunch until suppertime, and spend all day in my pyjamas… No, frankly, I stand more chance of growing a moustache.
Long ago when I was young
I thought a dig would be great fun.
But now I’m not unearthing bones
just finding words and piecing poems
together. Though it’s not the same
as tracing history, finding fame,
not all the experts can restore
a single soul to Pompeii’s shore.
Yet these old words when set in place
might bring a smile to your face.
Someone forwarded me an email about washing/clothes lines and it’s made me rethink. (See picture, if you are puzzled by this apparent anachronism of modern life.) Apparently washing lines have become redundant, just like typewriters, fountain pens that don’t use cartridges, diningrooms, handkerchiefs and Christmas cards. According to this email, people now prefer to use dryers, even in sunny South Africa. I must be the only person in the world who still spends evenings ironing in front of the TV. Perhaps next time I need a new iron they will be as difficult to find as bottled ink. Perhaps those clothes pegs they sell in supermarkets are only meant for closing bags of cereal and catfood, and not for hanging out clothes at all.
My book is set in the past, covering the period 1954 to 1994, during South Africa’s Apartheid years. It is called “Upside Down”, alluding to reports that interrogation officers at John Vorster Square dangled suspects upside down from a high window until they confessed, as well as the topsy-turvy state of society at that time.
What better image, I thought, than a washing line strung with paper dolls, black and white, to give the impression of the chaos and loss of control experienced by my characters. But now I’m having second thoughts. Even if washing lines were in use during the period covered by my book, what does it help to use one in my cover design if readers can’t relate to or, worse still, are puzzled by the image I hope to project?
The good news is that I think I’ve found the perfect designer to do the cover: She’s young and talented so I can trust her instincts. The bad news is that I still need to find the artwork and I’ve lost faith in my vision. Here’s the poem that did it:
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbours passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbours always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you’d see the “fancy sheets”
And towels upon the line;
You’d see the “company table cloths”
With intricate designs.
The line announced a baby’s birth
From folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could
So readily be known,
By watching how the sizes changed
You’d know how much they’d grown!
It also told when illness struck
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It also said, “On vacation now”
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbours carefully raised their brows
And looked the other way.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody’s guess!
I really miss that way of life,
It was a friendly sign
When neighbours knew each other best…
By what hung on the line.
Thank you, Alison Stanley of Second Chances, for nominating me for the Liebster Award, although it was nerve-wracking and took me forever.
The rules for the Liebster are to thank the person who nominated you, answer the 11 questions they have asked you, nominate 11 other people and ask them 11 questions in return. According to the guidelines, the Liebster award should be sent to bloggers with fewer than 200 followers so other people can find out something about them.
I’m wondering, why 11? Sir Percy FitzPatrick (who wrote Jock of the Bushveld among other things) introduced a one minute’s silence at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month to remember those fallen in war. But no 11 years’ bad luck will follow if you don’t do this, I promise. I should know, because I’ve taken a whole two months to get around to writing this post. Anyway this is now my 11th hour because my original list of bloggers shrinks daily as they either get nominated for this award by someone else, or top 200 followers – or (more likely) I lose the scrap of paper where I wrote down their details. So here are some of the blogspots I enjoy. I hope this helps a few more folk to discover their talent too.
I was tempted to go with Alison’s questions (because they were fun to answer), but after great deliberation finally managed to come up with some new ones. I look forward to reading your answers and discovering some new blogs through your nominations.
- Which books are you reading at the moment?
- What is your favourite food?
- What do you do for fun?
- Where do you live and how did you end up there?
- Where did you spend your last holiday?
- What was your best holiday ever?
- Have the flora and fauna changed much in your area over the years?
- What makes good birthday presents (what do you like or dislike)?
- What music do you enjoy?
- Which (if any) musical instrument do you play?
- What is the best piece of art/craftwork you ever bought (or created)?
Here are my answers to Second Chances’ questions.
1. What was your childhood dream?
Fame and fortune (shared with actor Oskar Werner)
2. What one piece of advice would you give to your younger self?
The magic begins when we do things together – the whole is far more than the sum of the parts.
3. If you had $5, how would you spend it (on yourself)?
Another Kindle book.
4. What is your favourite TV show or movie?
QI, a “quite interesting” quiz show where Stephen Fry puts impossible questions to a panel of stand-up comics.
5. What meal do you cook the best out of anyone you know?
6. Who do you most admire and why?
My husband. For putting up with me, among other things…
7. What is your pet hate?
To misquote Whoopi Goldberg: I don’t have pet hates, I have whole kennels of irritations.
8. What habit do you have that drives other people crazy?
Not readjusting things when I’ve finished with them (car seats etc)
9. What is something that made you smile in the past week?
Discovering a missing tub of yoghurt in the freezer.
10. When was the last time you cried?
11. If you had 1 spare hour in your day, how would you use it?
Have coffee with a friend.
No love lost and no love found
I am working barren ground
Thrust the spade and turn the soil
Phoned a friend for her advice
far too early (wasn’t nice)
Put the kettle on to boil
Left my sandwich, let it spoil
“Have a drink – I am buying!”
(sleepless, there’s no point in trying)
I am working round the clock
just walking words around the block