I’m writing this while sitting up in bed after an operation (my own bed at home I hasten to add; there was only so much daytime TV I could stand). I only say this because my blood stream is still flowing with general anaesthetic and I may go off on a drug induced tangent at any moment. I have to say it’s good stuff: I had the canula stuck in my arm by a junior doctor who shook so much the trolley was vibrating. But within a few seconds of the drug getting into me I felt my face flush. Then, that was it. Well, from what I can remember.
It’s weird. A bit like “all of a sudden” but not. I can’t say the next thing I knew I was awake. I think I could sense that time had passed and there was some kind of thought process going on. I remember taking a puff on the oxygen mask and thinking, “Will I remember this?”.
Then I felt myself waking up from sleep with a voice saying something about a tube in my throat being taken out. I couldn’t believe the operation had been done already.
There are definitely worse experiences.
See, I said I’d ramble. But it’s worth jotting that down as it’s been “interesting” and you never know when it might come in handy.
Anyway, that wasn’t the point of the post. Neither were the lovely staple removers the hospital gave me, in case my local GP surgery don’t have any when it comes time for the staples in my belly to come out.
Rambling again Ibbotson.
So: The Veil. It’s teetering on the brink of being available as a Kindle book. Shall we say next week for a “soft launch”? Okay then. And I’ll make sure it’s priced right. How about on a par with a decent coffee and a small snack? I think that’s fair for something that took a year or more to write and will hopefully take up a few hours of the readers’ time. (I’ve optimistically written that as a plural. I hope it’s not tempting fate).
Why self publish and why an e-book?
Unlike when I had finished Chosen, I do have an agent, the excellent G M Jordan. But The Veil has been finished for nearly two years, long enough for me to have written (at the time of writing this) a big chunk of my third book. I’m impatient for people to read it; to have the tale of Martin, Adele and the brothers “out there”. Stories are meant to be read and, I hope, enjoyed.
It’s not an attempt to gain the attention of a publisher. In fact, there’s a worry that it might put them off: that The Veil might be disregarded for being second-hand. (If I sound a little presumptive, please blame the drugs). But it’s worth the risk. Seeing The Veil gathering e-dust is more of a concern.
And the ebook thing? Put it this way: I’ve got box loads of unsold copies of Chosen at home and in my in-laws garage. Hardly the most razor sharp argument for e-publishing ever but when you’ve tripped over yet another “bloody box of buggering books” it hits home. So what if I like a physical book? What I like isn’t the point at this moment in time.
And it’s on its way to Kindle because that’s the easiest format to do self publishing in. Apple’s e-bookstore isn’t open to foreign Johnny authors like me. I’d have to use a third party company. Sod that.
I’d like to ask a favour though. If you do read it, could you talk about it? It doesn’t have to be in ridiculously glowing terms, honesty is what matters. But in a wide, wide ocean of published and self-published work, I’m just a tiny boat with one oar. What I need are a few good friends to nudge me along in the right direction and get my story of fear, courage and above all love to an audience that might enjoy it.
The drugs are starting to wear off now and my normal faculties are returning. Time for some of that lovely Codeine. Where’s Hattie Jacques when you need her?