30 years ago I was sent a pack on how to write romantic novels, which are still highly consumable. I tried to follow their formulaic instructions but couldn’t do it. For me writing is not like rhubarb: you cannot force it, it has to grow organically whilst breathing in fresh air. I would like to say, though, I do take my hat off to those who can write a series of books for one particular genre, it takes some doing. Its been just over a year since I published my 6th novel and such a lot has happened since then. I was just beginning to pick up speed, on the home straight to finish my 7th book, when DORIS arrived, her 90 mile gusts of wind cutting a swathe through the country and the East Midlands, to blow the roof off our bungalow.
The trial of having to sleep through a night with no roof above us as we couldn’t get a roofer out for love nor money as it was just too dangerous, was horrendous. The feeling must have been like those who experienced the Blitz: waiting for the bombs to fall and hoping its not you. Luckily there was no water ingress throughout any of the ceilings, so we hoped and prayed that it didn’t rain that night. No one slept too well.
This major episode in my life has given me pause to consider if the Gods are putting these obstacles in my way to tell me something? Will 2017 be better than last year which was quite testing on a health level. Well it’s not started very well has it? So what’s next? Will I ever get to finish my 7th novel?
What has sprung to mind in my doom and gloom is a review I had a couple of years ago. The person said of one of my books, because it did not have a happy conclusion,
‘I would have been annoyed if I’d have paid more than 99p for this book’.
99p **** *** *** **** !!! Sorry, the expletives come automatically when I think about it as it took two years to research the background for this book, along with two others. I would state that this same novel, along with the other two, are is still in the top 100 of their genre.
Genre fiction is consumed at an alarming rate and some readers can devour two books a day. I can only liken it to eating one of those meals you get from certain fast food outlets, the consummation of such will leave you wanting something more immediately afterwards. No time to sit and relish what you’ve just eaten: stuff it down and hope it satisfies. Widen your reading habits, that is my motto: you will learn more.
DORIS seems to have put a dent in my spirit, somewhat, but I’m sure I will rise above it, as I have always done: onwards and upwards: keep on going. And if I sit at my desk with a bucket over my head tapping away at my computer trying to finish this 7th novel which the Gods have decided should not be finished, then you will know I have totally lost it: big-time.