My site is apparently suspect (according to Norton)

I’d forgotten about that. it had been so long since I established a ‘new’ website that I forgot you had to manually tell Symantec that they can trust you. My book’s website is fine, because it doesn’t allow any registration, etc ( but this one is different. I think this will take a little bit of research as it’s actually a WordPress hosted site so I’m not sure how the normal process will work.

Symantec normally want you to insert a ‘verification file’ into the root of the site. I’ll get back to everyone with the results once I sort it all out.

Found an old start to a story

Sorting out some old files and i came across an attempt at writing a horror story I did a year or so ago. What do people think? A friend of mine into horror said it was too ‘nice’.

Dying to Meet the In-Laws.
Toby didn’t really know what he was doing. Well, to be more specific, he didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing.
She was SO not his type. Not Mod, not Emo, not semi-gothic, but full on, pale skin, jet black hair, black lipstick, long velvet (black, of course) dress with long sleeves type Goth. The only thing missing was the tats. Thinking about it (he seemed to think of nothing else the last week except her), she could have a complete body tat and he’d never know, so fully did she cover up. He’d heard the rumours from the girls, she was supposed to have some med cert to excuse her from all physical activity. Even the other girls had never seen her even partly undressed. “What was it about her?” he asked himself again. He just had to look around him and see his ‘normal’ type, big, buxom, barely clothed, cheerleader types.
But he was captivated. Whenever she walked by, his eyes automatically followed her. He found himself making excuses to be where he knew she would be.
Joel slapped him on the back of the head and said, “Dude, wake up! She’s trouble man, don’t do it. You remember Frank Roche? The big footballer dude? Well word’s out he’s in hospital, tried to crack on to her and she snuffed him. So he apparently tried to get a little rough. Marylou was there and she was shaking just remembering, apparently she grabbed Frank by the arm and threw him against a wall. Broken face – dude, it’s supposed to be a real mess – cracked ribs and an arm that was barely still attached when the parra’s arrived.”
Toby barely heard a word. Just as she turned the corner to go into the library complex she turned, saw him and winked. Didn’t smile, didn’t seem to change her expression at all, just winked.
Once she was gone, he seemed to snap out of it. It was as though his mind was on hold when she was around. As soon as she was gone, it started to fast-forward the last few minutes. A couple of minutes late, his mind finally caught up with what Joel had been saying. Putting his hands on his hips, he turned to his friend Joel and said, “Come on, don’t believe all that crap you’re told. How could someone so thin and willowy toss 200 pounds of brainless muscle around? He probably tripped over something then tried to beat the ground into submission for tripping him up.”
Tony shook his head to clear it and said, “Come on, let’s go get a burger.”
“It’s started again”, she thought to herself. “It won’t be long until I have to move on again. Maybe I will have just enough time to get to know that boy, what was his name? Oh, yes, Toby. Tasty little Toby.” No one was round to notice the second smile she had ever had on her face since she arrived in town.
Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, Toby was tucking in to his second burger.
“Hey, dude!” joked Joel, “you preggers or somethin’? Man, you’ve been stowing it away the last week.”
Toby thought about it for a moment, actually he HAD been eating a lot more than usual the last week. Mentally shrugging it off, he joked back, “Yeah, twins!”
Behind his funny exterior, Joel was really worried about his friend. Maybe because he didn’t have all that many friends that he worried a lot, but Toby had sure been acting strangely the last week or so. Ever since he started going calf-eyed at that new girl, what’s her name? Yeah, Catharine, he’d been changing. Not in the normal way, he’d seen dudes fall in love, this was different. Like maybe he was on drugs or something.
Joel may act like a spaced out guy on campus, but actually he hated drugs. He’s older brother had OD’d on ‘harmless’ Ecstasy, leaving a hole in his heart that he’d never been able to fill.

Editing time yet again

I LOVE creating a world with my words.
I HATE mowing the grass & pruning the trees.
This blogger has captured that frustration well…

Linda Bloodworth

Here we go again. I’ve had a second round of Betas and things have changed yet again. I’m not surprised and really, it’s expected, I mean who can be perfect? I am now waiting until September when I hand over my story to an editor and sit back and let it happen. I hope I can make a Christmas release, but who knows?

So much of writing is a wait and see game. Come on September!

I’ve been avoiding writing my second book because I want a break from the craziness of the whole process. I suppose I will start that again when I have time this weekend. I hope I can get my act together. The sooner the better. I know it’s better to have multiple books and that when I actually do have fans they’ll want books faster, especially after the ending I have, I think I might…

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Getting Started – Part 1

I want this blog to help people write books. But I think I need to start by discouraging some people. This sounds strange, but try and follow me for a minute.

There’s a fairly famous quote by William Targ that goes “The trouble with the publishing business is that too many people who have half a mind to write a book do so.”

The problem isn’t the desire to publish or the desire to share your creation, the problem is in the half a mind. It’s not that you can’t be out of your mind, as many people are convinced that authors are crazy. If you are not sold on the validity of what you want to share you will not put in the effort required for your book to have a chance of success. I’m an ideas type, not a detail type. To get my book to the state it was in when I published it required me to do a fair bit of what I enjoyed (create the book) and an awful lot of what I didn’t like (keeping notes, cross-checking facts, endless revisions and rewrites, standardisation of the punctuation I used, etc).

If I only had half a mind to write a book I would have given up. Can I suggest to you that if you are not sold on writing a book, don’t bother starting. Once that itch gets to the point that it’s driving you crazy, then you’ve reached the zen-point of authoring. Spend the time with your kids or pets, make a difference by volunteering.

Here’s an interesting little site I came across. I don’t think (or maybe desperately hope) the self-publishing angle will not be this bad, but have a go. if you can’t wade through this article then maybe you’ve not ready for the epic trek in front of you to be a self-published author. But what do i know? I’ve only sold 10 copies of my own book so far.


Author with ‘L’ Plates

Great Expectations

I’d not been prepared for the emotion involved in having the book finished. I was really excited.
But I’d been so concentrated on actually publishing the book that I hadn’t really thought much beyond that. So after I’d finally released the book on Amazon, I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d finally made it.
Again, I wasn’t expecting the roller coaster of emotion then. As the sales of the book stopped at 5 copies for three whole days, I started feeling really down about it all.
A timely sermon, a bit of a re-think, a chat with friends and I realised that the publishing wasn’t the end, it was just the beginning of the next phase.
As I’m a self-published author, I’ve now got all of the leg work in front of me to show people that they really do need to buy my book!
the Facebook page I started has to be fed. The 500 odd people that have now been exposed to it have to be captivated. They have to like the page so much that they’ll want to share it with their friends.
The Author’s blog (that you’ve currently reading), has to grab, excite and compel.
The little advertising cards I’m handing out have to matter. I started handing them out because I saw the little card as the end. I’ve got to stop that and look longer. The card is a waste of money if I haven’t engaged the person I gave it to. They have to be inspired to act on that card (so my apologies to those who got a card, but walked away without getting me or my book – I’ll try to do better next time).
I really do think my book is good and that it’ll provide entertainment for my readers, but like anything worthwhile, it’ll take time to fulfill my great expectations.