How to be a novelist (and get published)

Over the course of many years, people who know that writing is one of the ways I earn my living, have asked me if I’ve ever written a novel. The answer is yes, I’ve written three. Most people are suitably impressed by this, until I add: “Written yes, published no.”

The fact is that I started writing novels way back in the 1970s. I’ve tried my hand at a crime novel, a science fiction novel and a paranormal horror novel. Over the years, all three have done the rounds of various publishers. Some have attracted nice comments. But at the end of the day none of them has been published.

For publishers, novels are not like non-fiction books. People buy non-fiction books because of the subject without always knowing who the author is. Novels, on the other hand, are more often bought by people who like a particular author. Which is why publishers are loath to take on a novel by an unknown writer. So when the umpteenth rejection letter arrives for my latest masterpiece I consol myself in two ways: I remember that my non-fiction books do get published. And I remind myself that Jaws was turned down over and over again until one publisher took a chance on it. Even Harry Potter was rejected at first.

All of which leads me to the wonderful world of eBooks. The great thing about an eBook is that there is no risk. Publishers don’t have to pay money to publish it. You do it yourself and, in a very short time indeed it’s up for sale. So now those three novels that have been languishing on my hard disc for years are on sale as eBooks. And you know what? People are buying them! Not in great numbers, it’s true. But they are selling at the rate of one or two a day. And if what I hear about eBooks is true, they should gather momentum.

If you reckon you’ve got a novel in you, I recommend you to give it a go. You can find all the details you need about how to do it by clicking here. 

Meanwhile, if you feel like reading any of my books, click on the title links below the cover illustrations.

 Breakthrough

 Timeflight

A Model for Murder

My new eBook - it's a crime

 

About 150 years ago – at least that’s the way it seems –  I worked on various local newspapers and, over the years, I met a lot of amazing characters. I also got to witness first hand, stories that had to be seen to be believed.

Now I’ve rolled some of the characters and many of the stories into an eBook crime novel, called A Model for Murder. Here’s the cover and a quick synopsis…  

When a beautiful glamour model – one of three booked to pose for a computer company’s calendar – is found in her bath with her wrists slashed, everything points to suicide – including a suicide note written in what is proven to be the model’s distinctive handwriting. But Samantha Trewin had everything to live for. And Octavia Lord, a reporter on the local newspaper who interviewed her the day before her death, reckons it’s murder. Dragging in her news editor Jack Fallowfield she sets out to prove it. At first, Jack goes along with it against his better nature. But when a second of the trio of models dies, and then a third, he finds himself caught up in a story that takes him and Octavia from the south coast of England to the west coast of America, as they follow a trail of unexpected twists and turns that finally lead them to the killer.

And here’s an excerpt from the book that uses one of the true stories from my local newspaper days…

‘Why so many different jobs?’ Octavia asked.

‘Force of circumstance,” said Jack. ‘Got the sack from most of them.’

‘Why?’

‘Lots of reasons. Booze. Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Saying the wrong thing at the right time. Saying the right thing at the wrong time. The mayor’s balls.’

‘I’m loathe to ask, but what exactly did a mayor’s balls have to do with your getting the sack?’

‘It was a headline I wrote the one and only time I worked on a subs’ desk. The mayor of this particular town – somewhere up north, it was – had two civic balls every year, and the ratepayers’ association thought that was at least one too many. So they brought up a resolution at a meeting of the finance committee, recommending that the policy should be changed. The points for and against having one or two civic balls were debated at length and when the story came before me on the subs’ desk, I wrote a headline that said MAYOR’S BALLS HANG IN BALANCE.’

Octavia choked over her wine. ‘And that got you the sack?’

 ‘No, what happened was that the finance committee referred the matter to a full meeting of the council which, being predominantly of the same political party as the mayor, agreed that of course he should have his two civic balls every year. When that story came onto my desk, I wrote a headline that said MAYOR’S SECOND BALL COMES OFF. That’s what got me the sack.’

If you fancy reading the rest, you can download part of the first chapter free or the whole book from Amazon by clicking here.

Welcome to BFP members

 

If you are a BFP member, you probably read about this blog in your newsletter this morning. So welcome. Take a look at some of my previous posts to see how I earn my daily crust as a freelance writer and photographer – and my slight obsession with antique and classic cameras.

One of the ways I’ve been earning cash recently is with the launch of some eBooks – a science fiction novel, a horror novel and a classic camera book. There’s also a crime novel on the way. If you’re interested in any of these, click on the links below, which will take you to the Amazon Kindle pages from where you can download a free sample of each book. Hopefully, having done that you might be enticed to then download the whole thing for a very modest fee!

SF book: Timeflight

Horror book: Breakthrough

Classic camera book: Clockwork Cameras

By the way, if you are not aware of the BFP, the initials stand for Bureau of Freelance Photographers, an organisation that runs a monthly newsletter telling freelance photographers how, where and when they can sell their pictures. They also offer an advice service and a correspondence course in photo journalism. Actually they do lot more than that as well. Click here to go to their website. I think they’re great. But I’m biased because I work as a freelance tutor for the BFP Correspondence Course.

Bit of a problem

Having a bit of a problem writing my blog today...

Why I collect, not use, old cameras

 

I realised today why I collect old cameras rather than using them. As a collector, I love vintage equipment, the different types of camera, the way they work, their individual eccentricities. But for my day-to-day photographic work, I went digital years ago – and if my experiences of this afternoon are anything to go by, that’s the way it’s going to stay.

A few weeks ago I acquired a Zenith 80. It’s a copy of one of the first Hasselblads and, for a collector, it’s great. You can sit there winding it on, cocking the shutter, firing the shutter, changing the lenses, changing the film backs, screwing on filters, screwing them off again, winding and firing again. It’s what camera collecting is all about. Where I made my mistake was thinking it might be a good idea to use it.

First I had to find a few rolls of 120 black and white film. Not the sort of thing you buy off the shelf at Boots anymore. Eventually I got some old out-dated stuff from a mate who runs a market stall. Then I had to load it. I had two film backs for the purpose, and when I opened one, it already had film in it. Trouble was the previous owner had managed to load it back to front, so the backing paper was facing the lens and the film was facing the window in the back of the body where you should read the frame numbers. I should have taken that as an omen.

I downloaded an instruction book from the internet and got loading. It took me half an hour to load the first film, due to the way it had to be threaded through various guides that I kept missing, pushing the backing paper into a slot on the take-up spool, then doing it again when I wound it and it popped out again. Eventually I got it loaded and onto the camera. But when I turned the film wind knob the film did not advance. So I took it out and loaded it into the other film back – only five minutes this time, since I now had the knack. That one wound okay, so I set out to take some pictures.

Arriving outside a nice old church, I took the camera out of its case and the film back fell off. Luckily it had a dark slide over the film, so the film wasn’t ruined. I fitted it back on, removed the dark slide, measured the exposure with my digital Nikon (cheating I know) and took the picture. I put the dark slide back in and the back fell off again. I re-attached it and went onto to my next location, a lovely little village green with beautiful trees, a duck pond and ancient cottages around the outside. Lovely.

I removed the slide and took the picture and, miraculously the back stayed on. Then I wound the film and it fell off again, this time without the slide in place. One roll of film ruined.

I loaded my second roll of film into the other back. This one fitted tightly to the camera, but the film still wouldn't wind. I swapped the internal mechanism from one back with that of the other. The back that stayed on the camera wouldn’t wind. The one that wound the film okay kept falling off the camera.

I gave up, packed everything away and went home. But I forgot to latch the lid of the case securely. As I got out of the car and lifted out the case, the lid flew open and the camera fell out. It’s only a little dented and really doesn’t notice when you put the camera on a shelf and look at it from a distance. Which, in my book, is what old cameras are for.

I like old cameras. I like playing with them and displaying them, fondling them and polishing them, researching them and writing articles and books about them. But what I won't be doing anytime in the near future is taking pictures with them.