Plausible Plans, or What Might be Going On

The provisional cover that I didn’t use

I have no idea what I’m going to do next. Absolutely none. I haven’t got a Scooby – zero, nada, zilch. I wish that this was more of a surprise to me. And any time that I risk talking about plans, something dreadful usually happens, so I normally don’t bother. But the last month has been so chaotic, I thought I’d share what happened, what’s happening, and what’s likely to happen. But no promises and this isn’t a legally binding document.

It started off when someone made the very reasonable request that all of the White Hart stuff should be in one place. After all, I’ve been writing the stuff for well over a decade and bits have appeared on roughly three blogs, Amazon, Royal Road, and now Amazon again. Not to mention that when the request was made, not all stories were in the same place. I decided to put them all together in one wonderful collection.

I put them all together, and the word count came up as over 260,000 words. It was on the very edge of what places like Amazon would accept to publish on account of size. At that point I tried using the dratted grammar editor on Microsoft Word and it all went wrong and I was landed with what looked like 6,000 commas that needed to be carefully checked. At this point I said a lot of rude words and indulged in strong drink.

I fought hard for this score

I decided that I would do the sensible thing and split it into books. There would be Tales from the White Hart, More Tales from the White Hart, and Further Tales from the White Hart, which had already been on Amazon, together with two more books, Back to the White Hart and Stories from the White Hart, which were the collected ongoing short stories and stray bits that have been kicking around my blog. The stories may not all be in the same place, but at least they’d be available and could all be accessed in sequence. So far, I was feeling sensible. This is always a bad sign.

I tried publishing Tales from the White Hart on Amazon. I’d checked all the commas, gone through and corrected errors, and I tidied up the writing. It took a fortnight for me to get the dratted manuscript into a dratted format that dratted Amazon would accept. There was a lot of harsh language and more strong drink than was good for me, but I eventually got the darned thing out there with a cute new cover from GetCovers who are awesome.

I then polished up More Tales from the White Hart and that went through the whole process with very little bother. I felt confident going into Further Tales from the White Hart, got the cover made, the content checked and out it went into the Amazonian ether. Then it all went wrong again. The ebook was fine, but Amazon rejected the cover for the paperback. Apparently there wasn’t enough room on the spine to show the title and author clearly. They needed me to fix it.

This shouldn’t have been a surprise. There were a lot fewer chapters in Further Tales from the White Hart which was around 70% as long as Tales from the White Hart and More Tales from the White Hart. I couldn’t change the dimensions of the book to make it easier, because it had already been published and Amazon wouldn’t let me change the height and width of the book. Despite the setback, I believed that I could still make it work. There are so many ways that I can do this. I could fiddle around with the ebook cover, remove any text on the spine, put it with the Stories collection – a whole load of options.

I promise that it will be here soon

I checked with the content I’d allocated to Back at the White Hart and Stories from the White Hart and they were also looking on the thin side. What was worse, a lot of the stories from Back at the White Hart had been written with a 500 word limit in mind and, in terms of chapter length, were desperately skinny.

I just wanted the White Hart collection out of the way as I’ve got a fun series with lots of werewolves in mind and I want to get cracking on it. I can’t even think of touching it until I get this dratted stuff sorted out. So I made the obvious, sensible, logical decision.

I’m planning to splitting the chapters from Stories from the White Hart among a few other places, including Further Tales from the White Hart, Back at the White Hart and some potential new stories. I’m also writing around 30,000 words of new content for Further Tales from the White Hart so that I can get a decent paperback from it, and I’ve unpublished the ebook until I can sort it out properly. Back at the White Hart is likely to be rewritten and expanded, though still following the same story. And there are two potential novels on the sidelines that are suggested by what’s left of the Stories and a few ideas that I’ve had kicking around.

Meanwhile I also want to write further chapters of The Guest, add some articles, prepare for a crazy idea I’ve had for October that involves a lot of writing, and share a few reviews. I’ve got a load of other stuff to finish before I get to the fun werewolves and I really want to get to the fun werewolves!

Photo by Reyk Odinson on Unsplash
This wolf looks completely done with my nonesense

And, as I’ve said, every other time I’ve laid out plans online, it’s all gone horribly wrong. But here’s what I hope will happen, with luck and a following wind. If all goes well, Further Tales from the White Hart and Back at the White Hart should be finished by the end of June, the free floating stories allocated, and there should be an idea of any other potential books. But while in theory there’s going to be a lot of White Hart stuff coming out over the next few months, I’m not ruling out unexpected werewolves.

In the meantime, here’s a link to Do Werewolves Eat Dog Biscuits for a brief taste of werewolf fun, and please let me know if  you have any opinions on the matter. I’ll be grateful for any voices of reason that I can get.

*I did some notes, chased down a few old pieces, checked back to lists in my binder and there is significantly more to do than just the two stories, but I’m not sure how it will shake out. Watch this space!

Three Furies Press – Thank you for Everything

At the beginning of January 2020, I was privileged enough to become one of the authors at Three Furies press – and it was an absolute honour. They were, and still are, awesome people. The first thing they published from me was Out of the London Mist which was a steampunk novel that I wrote after accidentally stumbling into the genre. They were patient, generous with their time and incredibly, wonderfully helpful.

This was followed by Under the Bright Saharan Sky which I enjoyed writing so much. The encouragement I had from Three Furies made it soar. They encouraged character development when I wasn’t certain, helped me get a grip on my research and made everything so easy for me.

And then it was King’s Silver where they kept my sanity and enjoyed the journey just as much as I did. They threw ideas around with me, encouraged me and helped me dance with all the crazy plans for the sequels.

Over time they encouraged me, calmed me, grounded me, helped me punctuate dialogue and were there for me when my health and personal life hit turbulent times. They were more than editors and it was more than a business contract. These, and the authors that they encouraged, are amazing people and I am privileged to know them. There are so many horror stories around independent publishing and so many stories of bad faith, but this was a publisher that kept their word, they stood by their authors and they were straightforward, decent human beings.

Due to no fault of their work as publishers, Three Furies Press has had to close. I’m devastated for them, and feeling more than a little lost. You will see no links in the paragraphs above because while my self published work will still be kicking around on Amazon, those stories above are being taken down with the closure of Three Furies Press.

They have been as gracious and generous as ever, so I have all the documents, and the stories will return in some form and at some date, though I’m not sure when. I think it will be a while, for me, as I am grieving.

Three Furies Press – thank you for everything.

Dinner at Dark – I’m A Best Seller

Today I am overwhelmed to find that I’m Number 3 on Amazon.com in 90 Minute Science Fiction and Fantasy Short Fiction. And here’s my inexpert screenshot to prove it.

I’m also 41 in Horror on Kindle in the US Amazon store, which is incredibly flattering and it just goes to show – I’m too much of a scaredy cat to read horror. I just write it!

I’m completely taken by surprise – but I’m thrilled.

And just in case anyone has downloaded this and enjoyed and found this post, I’ve recently revisited the hills in the story, and you can find a series of short pieces that came to an exciting conclusion yesterday here – Under Dark Hills

Now I am going to spend the evening basking in the glow as I carry on with some more fun posts for the October Frights. Let me know if you’d like to see more of these characters. I had so much fun writing them, and I’m sure that there is plenty of mischief they can find yet!

Wonderful Start to the Year!

Look at this!

Three Furies Press is AWESOME!

I have officially signed a contract with Three Furies Press, and, if I hold up my side of the bargain, they will be publishing Out of the London Mist next summer. Every now and again I remember this and I have this huge grin on my face. It’s a massive step. I have known the people involved for a few years, and they are wonderfully generous and supportive people. I feel very blessed to be included in their journey,

I’ve always wanted to write, tumbled into self publishing, then entered a phase of an incredibly stressful personal life and never quite caught up on ‘being an author’. However, in 2018 I started submitting work to publications. I had a few hits and a few misses, but, to my mind, this contract finally makes me a proper author, a real writer who has to do all the ‘writer’ things.

Of course I’ll be involved with publicity and promotion. That’s part of the job and I’m looking forward to working with the Furies on this. And it also means I need to take things a little more seriously. I can’t get distracted too much by knitting or Reddit or some amazing cat video on YouTube. Writing is now my job.

This means that I really need to come to grips with my newsletter, keep up the flash fiction (I think it is an excellent workout), and get some stories out there. I need to get better at reading, and get into the good stuff, so I will be posting more reviews. And if I am enjoying myself as much as I expect, I’ll be having a lot of fun and sharing it on here. So watch this space, as I’m going into 2020 on a wonderfully optimistic note.

Lots of people have got me here, so thank you to all you wonderful guys who have given me the positive feedback and encouragement that means that I am still writing. Your kind words have made a massive difference to my life, and I am grateful. Thank you.