After a busy week in the Big Smoke, I’m so glad it is Friday…
Over the last eight months, my surprise everyday has been to find that both the historical fiction/historical romances and the historical fantasies from my pen have achieved Amazon Bestsellers Rank: (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store) in the Amazon.co.uk store.
Welcome to the Historical Novelists’ Four Day Book Fair
How fantastic to be able to roam from one pavilion to another, all 50+ of them … all just FULL of hist.fict novels from every timeframe one can imagine. Load your kindles, your Nooks, your Kobos, your i-books. Or be a real devil and buy the print version of any novel you see if it’s available.
Over the weekend, I conducted a HUGE promotion of three of my five novels – two hist fantasies and one hist.fict. They have had the time of their lives breaking into the German, French and Canadian markets significantly and partying madly in the UK and USA.
Life can be painful, there’s no doubt. There can be moments that halt the creative flow, moments so annihilating you wonder if you will ever get the flow back. However as Talia Jager says ‘when life hands you lemons…toss them out, grab your stash of chocolate, your writing materials, and head for the bathroom. You may just end up writing a book.’
Moving around the world can do one of two things, it seems to me. It can inspire or it can pull you apart with sadness, longing for the place you call home. Julia Crane managed to make moving work for her. It gave her the time and space she needed to create the book she had always wanted to write. Julia is an Indie Chick, another of that group of women who have not taken setbacks lightly in order to further their careers as writers. Read on…
I’ve never really wanted to get into the mainstream vs indie argument that has waxed and waned over the Net for the last couple of years. To me all writers are just that – writers.
How they are published is immaterial. What matters is if either have readers and if they can entertain. But this is Read an E-Book Week and somehow it seems appropriate.
When I first read Cheryl Bradshaw’s revelatory piece in the Indie Chicks’ Anthology, it was these words that drew my attention:
‘There were times when I felt like my life was like a shattered mirror, and I was on my hands and knees desperately searching for all the pieces of myself so I could glue them back together and feel whole again. During those times I wondered how many other women out there in the world felt the same exact way. ‘