Friday, 27 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
- Agents and publishers are getting more and more risk-averse; reluctant to take on new authors unless they are 100% certain of an early financial return.
- Print-on-demand books these days are relatively cheap, and of a quality indiscernible from a traditionally-published book.
- E-readers are set to become popular. Though Amazon is coy about revealing figures, estimates suggest they sold half a million in a year; compare that to the 378,000 iPods sold in its first year.
- Publishers charge an absurdly high rate for e-book downloads.
I'm scenting a change in the wind. Good writers I know, fed up with rave rejections, are beginning to talk about self-publishing and e-publishing as a possibility they might consider, in spite of the fearsome task of marketing this would involve.
Yesterday Ray Rhamey, well-known for his blog Flogging the Quill, announced that he is to self-publish his novel The Vampire Kitty-cat Chronicles, because he fears the current vampire craze will have expired before he finds a publisher.
And not for the first time, I'm thinking that it will only take one novel, that happens to be self-published, to be mega-successful, and the face of publishing will change forever.
(A final thought - publishers love celebrity novels, which come with buyers ready-made. Who will be the first canny celebrity, I wonder, to twig that he doesn't need an agent or a publisher, but can hire an editor, self-publish and keep all the profits for himself?)
Friday, 13 November 2009
It comes at a price: what I have to do is choose seven deserving bloggers, who then:
3. Choose seven other bloggers to award, link to those bloggers, and notify them.
(Eventually, I guess, every single blogger in the whole world will be the proud possessor of this award.)
- I have waved from the window of 10 Downing Street, and was disconcerted when a) the group of children outside all waved back and b) Tony Blair noticed me doing it.
- I am taller than you think I am.
- I catch spiders in my flat with a glass and postcard and release them to the wild, or as wild as it gets in Islington. (Did they contribute to the mortgage? No.)
- I wore black throughout the nineties.
- My ancestor, Alice Dick, was burnt as a witch.
- I have to look up practise/practice every time because I never remember which is which.
- All knowledge of geography was wiped from my brain by an evil geography teacher called Miss Henderson.
My Seven Chosen Bloggers: all worth a read
Saturday, 7 November 2009
I know, from the feedback I've had from agents, that my third novel, currently called Heart of Rock, is in the top 5% of the slushpile. I'm sending it out on its second wave of submissions. Can I just tip it over the edge? I don't know.