Year End at Crabbit Towers

I wasn't going to blog today, or even tomorrow, but I had a bit of happifying news to end the year with today, and it relates to you. I had my first royalty statement for Write to be Published and I was very pleasantly surprised at the figures. So, I'd like to thank you all for your support! It doesn't matter whether you bought the book: so many of you recommended it or chatted about it on Twitter, or mentioned it to a friend - all these things have helped and I'm enormously grateful. The book has continued to have fab reviews on Amazon - and thanks to anyone who has gone to the trouble of doing that.

It seems (to me!) like much longer than six months since it was published and I'm proud of how well it's done in a short time. My thanks to Emma Barnes, MD of Snowbooks, and to Corinne Gotch, the ace publicist for the book and a good friend, and to Becky Hearne, my fab assistant and also a good friend. I think we make a great team!

I have recently been taking stock of my career, looking at what's working and what's not, and decided to cut back on certain activities and develop others. I have several different writing projects at different stages, some of which might work and others might not. I will let you know about the ones that do! I've said no to a number of things and will continue to do so, particularly being selective about events. My consultancy, Pen2Publication, has been ticking along very comfortably, and I have managed to restrict the number of clients I take, so that it hasn't overwhelmed my diary. (If you want to book a slot or just discuss the possibilities, see the Pen2Publication website to see what I offer and drop me a line as soon as possible: I am always booked up far ahead.)


Crabbit Publishing has been the most exciting** part of 2011, workwise, and I'm very pleased with how Tweet Right and Mondays are Red have done, and am looking forward eagerly to publishing Write a Great Synopsis in three weeks. Hooray! But self-publishing is not all I want to do and I'm hoping to work productively with publishers, too, if they'll have me.

[** Edited to add: hang on a sec. Because this didn't set out to be a round-up of my year, I quite forgot that not only did 2011 also see publication of Write to be Published, but it saw Wasted on ten shortlists, winning one, being runner-up on another, and with three ceremonies still to go! How could I forget?!]

I wish you all the best possible success and luck in 2012. Keep working, keep learning, keep listening and sharing. And thank you all hugely for your friendship, wisdom and fun this year.

Go, us!

Mondays are Red blog tour

I did a blog tour when Mondays are Red came out as an ebook. I thought I'd put the links all in one post here, for future reference. Some of the posts are of particular interest to writers.

Podcast interview for In The Wishing Chair - me talking to Rebecca Brown.

In which I meet an unappreciative reader - a funny story for Bookwitch.

What makes a debut? On Catherine Caffeinated. (Of special interest to writers.)

The theme of guilt in fiction. For Cat Clarke.

Debut nightmares - what it's like having your first book coming out. For The View From My Garret.


How language changes minds. For Absolute Vanilla. (Of special interest to writers.)

My Undercover Soundtrack - music and my writing. For Roz Morris. I had a surprising amount of fun with this and the comments were really interesting, too.

The weird world of synaesthesia - all about this fascinating condition. For Lucy Coats on Scribble City Central.

Why and how I can to produce the ebook of Mondays are Red. For Literature for Lads.

Know Your Inner Synaesthete - Mary Hoffman's blog. (Of special interest to writers. Of all ages.)

There were a couple of others, too, but there are no direct links.

Bookwitch also did a lovely review.

If you'd like to buy Mondays are Red - hooray and thank you! - here's the link to the Amazon UK page and here's one to a page with all the options.

I'm delighted with the response and I'm so glad I decided to republish. It has been huuuuge fun. And I love that it's now there whenever anyone wants to buy it. I don't have to fret about it becoming unavailable. Hooray!

Teenagers with Kindles? Ebook suggestions!

Do you know a teenager with a new Kindle? Want to recommend some selected books? Well, I've found a list of books they might try. Each one is by a published author, many of us established and experienced at writing for teenagers.

Prices will vary because it's our publishers who set the prices. HOWEVER, Gillian Philip's FROST CHILD and my MONDAYS ARE RED are published by Gillian and me so we've set the price for those. (Mondays are Red was originally published by Hodder and was my debut novel but I now have the rights back. Gillian's Frost Child is an utterly superb brand new prequel to her fabulous Rebel Angels series.)

Do pass this to anyone you know whose teenager is the lucky owner of an e-reading device!

NB: descriptions written by the authors themselves, so I can't take responsibility.

MONDAYS ARE RED by Nicola Morgan. (Me!) Metaphysical thriller in an unusual style. Luke wakes from a coma to find his mind and body altered by synaesthesia. Infinite power, temptation and guilt inspire a race against death. WASTED by Nicola Morgan. Thought-provoking. Risk, danger, chance, luck, obsession, passion. An alcoholic mother, a beautiful singer, a beach party, the quantum world and an unluckily positioned knife.

SMALL BLUE THING by S. C. Ransom. Romantic fantasy set firmly in Thames-side London. Twilight meets Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Think true love; ghosts not vampires; memories not blood. PERFECTLY REFLECTED (Book 2). Small Blue Thng was the first book published by Nosy Crow.

SKIN DEEP by Malaika Rose Stanley. YA light romance. Destiny deals with every challenge life throws at her, including eyeball-to-eyeball confrontations with bully-girl Bella and secret winks from heart-throb, Joel. And then real disaster strikes...

DELLA SAYS: OMG! by Keris Stainton. Romantic comedy. Della's diary is stolen on the night she kisses her longtime crush. How can she enjoy her first proper romance when someone is sharing her deepest secrets? And JESSIE HEARTS NYC. Romantic comedy. British Jessie and New Yorker Finn might be perfect together, but in a city of eight million people, how will they find each other?

WEST OF THE MOON by Katherine Langrish. A fantasy set in the Viking era, full of wild mountains, dark seas, trolls and ghosts - and a touch of romance. FORSAKEN by Katherine Langrish. A children's fantasy story about a young mermaid. Mara's mother is missing, her little brother is sick, her father grieving. All seems hopeless till Mara sets off to bring her mother home.

ONDINE: THE SUMMER OF SHAMBLES by Ebony McKenna. Romantic comedy. Ondine's pet ferret is really a lad trapped by a witch's curse. She'll do anything to break the spell so he can be properly human again.

FLYING TO THE LIGHT by Elyse Salpeter. Spiritual Thriller. Michael and his deaf brother, Danny, are on the run because Danny knows what happens when you die, and now others want to know, too.

QUESTORS by Joan Lennon. A fast-moving fantasy tale of worlds unravelling, DNA tampering, ice dragons, sand storms and zombies on the Underground.

THE LONG WEEKEND by Savita Kalhan. Thriller. A nail-biting thriller about two boys who are abducted by a psychopath who means to harm them...

FIREBRAND by Gillian Philip. A fantasy adventure. Faery warrior Seth follows his brother into exile in the otherworld, where they are entangled in vicious witch-hunts. The Times: "...the best fantasy of 2010." FROST CHILD A short prequel to FIREBRAND. The story of Seth's father, and the strange, dangerous child Lilith, rescued from the evil Lammyr. Peril threatens in the shape of a lethal kelpie.

That's it! A really good and varied start for those keen teenage readers.

Happy Christmas :))

Happy Christmas to you

Dear Lovely Blog Readers,
Good news: you can have a short rest from me! I am taking a break. I've got family coming for Christmas, much entertaining to do, a husband and daughters to love, friends to cook for, and a self that also needs a little bit of care and relaxation. I then have a daughter who is going to South Africa on January 5th, for a few months with a documentary film-making company, and I don't want to be blogging when I could be nagging  supporting her. (I also need to watch her make a trailer for Write a Great Synopsis, to match the brilliance of her one for Mondays are Red.)

I will be back in action on Monday January 9th, and I'll be preparing to publish Write a Great Synopsis a week or so later. To whet your appetite, I'll tell you that I've had phenomenal response from the writers who've seen it. Carole Blake, literary agent par excellence, has called it "pure gold."

Meanwhile,

Dear Lovely Blog Readers

Wishing you all a very relaxing 

and reviving holiday 

and a 2012 which brings 

at least as much success 

as you deserve

 (Those were pics from last winter - I'm hoping we will get nothing like that this year.)

Keep safe, nurture your muses and look after your loved ones.

Happy Christmas

With very best wishes,

Crabbit xx

 

Release your inner synaesthete

Last week I was on the Mondays are Red blog tour - see the links on the right for any posts that interest you. One of the posts was particularly relevant to writers, especially fiction writers and poets. It's the one I did for Mary Hoffman on releasing your inner synaesthete.

Mondays are Red is said to be "about" synaesthesia. It's actually "about" the power of language, more than anything. Please do go and read that post and come back to comment. (It would be lovely if you left a comment on Mary's blog, too, just so she knows you were there.)

In 2012 I'm planning a major creative writing competition based on synaesthetic writing. There will be one section for school pupils and one for adults.So, watch this space! And if you'd like to read Mondays are Red or recommend it to a teenage reader/writer of your acquaintance, the details are here.


Meanwhile, do go and read the post on Mary's blog and either leave a comment there or here. Or both. And have fun exercising your inner synaesthete in time for the writing competition. :)

Obstacles to being published

Characteristically sensible post here from Rachelle Gardner. There's nothing I haven't said myself, but it's all succinctly phrased and, especially if you are new to the approaching-publishers-and-agents lark, useful.

There are two points that I thought I'd elaborate on:


Pitching several books in different genres. Why not? Because although you can have a wide writing career later, you need to be launched with one book and create the expectation for your readers that if they liked your first book they will like your second. It is simply easier (at first) to sell you as a writer of a particular sort of book than a writer whose next book could be entirely different and for entirely different readers. Therefore the agent (and, even more, publisher) wants to know the one book which is best to launch you with. Don't muddy the waters; don't seem too undecided.

Not being able to name a genre for your book. (Even if that "genre" is literary fiction.) It's the selling thing again, damn it. It is, quite simply, easier to sell a book which fits a genre properly. Put it another way, you need to be able to know which readers are most likely to like your book. Also, readers like to know what they are getting, odd people that they aren't. Humans like patterns, familiarity, expectations. Help them out; humour them. You make life very much easier for yourself if you work with the world as it is, not as you wish it was. Of course, the latter approach is very commendable, but only in the same way that it was highly commendable of the cavalry at Balaclava to charge straight towards the cannons.

As Rachelle says, none of these things mean you can't get an agent or publisher. But they are obstacles. Either remove them or jump higher.

Crabbit's Tips for Writers - 4: Publishing Yourself

Here is the fourth in my series of Crabbit's Tips for Writers. See the sidebar for links to the others. You can either read it in the post below or you can go here and download the complete document and print it out. Enjoy!

Unlimited limited single POV

One of the first things we learn about point of view (POV) is that if you're supposed to be telling the story (or that section of the story) from a certain character's viewpoint, you can only say what that character could know or think.

For example, if we're in Fred's head, we can't have Fred tell us something that Joe's thinking, only what Fred thinks Joe's thinking.

So, writing from a single POV is limiting, isn't it? Even writing one section/chapter from a single POV must be limiting at least for that section/chapter.

Not so. Let me introduce you to the Unlimited Limited POV. (Don't Google it - I made it up.)

The point of ULP is, crucially, that the reader can know more than the character who is telling the story. This is because the reader knows that in fact the author is telling the story, manipulating the character to observe only what the writer needs him to observe. So, the character can observe something but not know the significance, but the reader, knowing the rules of story-telling, knows that the writer has put the observation there for a reason.

It's like Chekhov's Gun. (The idea that if a gun appears in Act One, it must be used by Act Three.) I also call it the stage telephone. You NEVER see a telephone on a film or stage set if it's not going to ring.

Recently I came a across a fabulous example of Unlimited Limited POV. You only need this one example to understand the whole concept. It's in The Help by Kathryn Stockett - a wonderful, wonderful book, by the way.

The book is written in the first person, but alternates throughout the book between several first-person narrations. So, how does the author show us more than the character can see? Well, my example comes from the POV of Skeeter. Skeeter's mother becomes ill during the book and the clever thing is how you know this before Skeeter does. She will mention things such as seeing her mother walk into the distance, looking smaller than usual; or she'll mention her not eating. She won't say she's worried about her mother being ill - she isn't, at first. But the reader is. The reader knows that the author wouldn't have mentioned such things if there wasn't a reason. It's like when, in a book or a film, if a woman feels nauseous in the morning, we know she's pregnant before she does.

So, when you're telling the story through a single POV, don't feel limited by it. Tell your readers more than the character knows, by selecting the things your character notices and subtly regulating how she expresses them.

I love fiction, love it!

What makes a debut a debut?

Well, duh, Crabbit fool. Surely a debut is just a first book, different from your second only by virtue of being first. No, not necessarily so. And if you think like that, you may never write one. Or rather, it may never be published, which makes it not a debut.

I recently wrote a blog post for Catherine Ryan Howard about debuts - on the subject of Mondays are Red having been my debut, although also not my debut. Do head over and read it and then come back and ask me a question or say what you think.

I think it may help you in your struggle with that awful agent response, "I like it but I don't love it enough." This phrase doesn't necessarily mean that your writing isn't good enough or that there's anything you can do to that novel to make it lovable-enough. It may "just" not feel like an idea or execution which is going to set the sales and marketing team alight sufficiently for them to take it.

Which, frankly, is very gah-inducing.

Publishing Deal - Forget the Clichés

I promised to come back and tell you the rest of the end-story from Write to be Published. For the first part, go here. For today, you'll need tissues.

Again, this is reproduced with kind permission of Snowbooks.

PUBLISHING DEAL – FORGET THE CLICHÉS
So, what is it like, that moment when you realise you are really going to be published? It’s different for everyone, but let me tell you how it was for me. You think I was starry-eyed with excitement? Skipping around drinking sparkly stuff?

Sadly, no. The news came in stages, during several phone-calls over a few days, mostly as I stood in the car-park of Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, while my mother-in-law, Alison, was dying. Apart from my husband, Alison was the person who supported me most vigorously. She had railed against every rejection, bemoaned the blindness of publishers, and constantly praised my resilience. She was genuinely and enormously interested and she wanted to see a novel with my name on the cover almost as much as I did. If she’d lived, my publishers would never have needed a publicity department; the sales reps would have had a ready-made, unpaid sales force in Scotland; every acquaintance of hers – and there were very many – would have been persuaded to buy copies.

Alison died about a day after we finally heard that Mondays are Red was sold. Although she was unconscious all that time, I like to think she heard, too. A day or so before, my father-in-law and I were talking at her bedside; she had shown no signs of awareness for a while, and I said something to him along the lines of, “You know, I think this book is really going to be published.” And she said, with her eyes still shut but with a definite smile, “About time, too.” It is the last thing I remember her saying.

So, despite ending my years of grim failure, news of publication for me was not marked by happiness. I was standing in a hospital car-park, with my new agent talking about possible film deals and definite publication dates and that it had been taken as a “highlight title”, and how everyone had huge hopes for it, and I had to go in from the August sunshine and sit in a neurosurgical ward, watching Alison lose her life.

That is why the dedication in that first novel reads, “In memory of Alison, whose belief in me was everlasting.”

I hope you all have an Alison to keep you going. She’d never read any of my attempted novels, because I didn’t show them to anyone, but she believed in me anyway, because I believed in myself. In her opinion, anyone who kept trying as hard as I did deserved to succeed. She was wrong, of course: trying hard and long is not enough. We have to be good enough as writers and write the right book. But she couldn’t judge me on whether I was good enough, only on whether I worked hard enough. For her continued belief in that I am so grateful. I wish she’d been around to see the end of the story.

There’s something else she’d have done if she were alive now: remind me to acknowledge what I have done. We need to do that. You will all have had successes and improvements, made new contacts and potential readers, had feedback that has inspired or re-directed you, written something better than the last piece, formed new ideas, grown as writers and people. So, before you return to your writing, do remind yourself how far you have come, how much better you would like to be and that your improvement and success are in your hands more than anyone else’s.

I wish you all the success you deserve.

Reproduced from Write to be Published, by kind permission of Snowbooks Ltd.

Mondays are Red is available as a brand-new ebook, for around £2.25, with new material. Please, please buy it. Readers, I need you.

Plug a book this Christmas

Here's your chance to recommend books to buy and give this Christmas.

I recently had to give my "Books of 2011" recommendations for the Herald newspaper. Here's what I said:

Hisham Matar’s Anatomy of a Disappearance would be compelling and moving even if it weren’t horribly autobiographical. This fiction, of a boy whose dissident father is abducted and never found, is gently written and carefully controlled, manipulating the unreliability of a child’s eyes and showing how cruelly yet kindlily they are deceived. 

The child narrator in Sarah Winman’s When God Was a Rabbit  is less deceived and the book manages to be light-sparky in tone yet devastating in punch. I laughed aloud at the scene where Elly and her damaged friend, Jenny Penny, sing Bohemian Rhapsody to drown a conversation they don’t wish to hear, and cried immediately afterwards at the shocking story behind her father’s breakdown. Piercing, exceptional. Please read it.

And a book for children – but please enjoy it yourself before treating the young ones in your life: One Boy and His Dog by Eva Ibbotson, who died last year aged 85. Delightful, brilliant, escapist and real – although with a boy like no boy you ever met and the dog like no dog you’ve ever known. And as for the parents… Books like this create the avid readers we need.

If I could have recommended books published earlier than 2011, I'd have included John Harding's Florence and Giles. Here's the link to my review of that. I have also twice tried to review it on Amazon but Amazon doesn't like me and is refusing to accept it.I don't blame Amazon for not liking me, but still.

So, what do you recommend? And why?

Meanwhile, you might consider buying Mondays are Red, the ebook. It's for teenagers but anyone might enjoy it. If nothing else, it's different. If you haven't seen my daughter's fab video trailer, it's here.