This month, Amazon are celebrating independently published authors , so I thought I’d interview myself to answer some of the most frequent questions I get asked.
If you have your own questions, don’t hesitate to let me know, and I’ll add them (and the answers) to the bottom of the list.
How do I find a publisher for my novel. Do you have any tips?
The Bottle of Tears (Let the Light Shine) – Launch competition.
To thank everyone who is intending to grab a copy of my new novel, The Bottle of Tears, (published on the 30th September, 2016) I’ve decided to run a little competition.
Enter, and you can win up to seven night’s accommodation in my self catering apartment in Nice (www.nice-flat.com) for two people, plus £200 towards travel costs, plus a signed copy.
Nine runners up will each win one signed copy of The Bottle of Tears. Continue reading
As Penny joins the others in the lounge, Victoria is saying, “Apparently, they all come over here for the benefits, and that’s what’s really got to change if we don’t want them all coming over. Either that, or we need to get the control of our borders back.”
“Um,” Martin says, in a non-committal manner.
Despite Sander catching her eye and vaguely shaking his head, Penny asks, “So, who’s this then?” Continue reading
Almost half a mile behind them, Penny, Sander and Marge have had to pause to rest on a wooden bench. “You’re not really going on this silly holiday, are you?” Marge, who doesn’t like to be left out, asks.
“Unless there’s some kind of miracle or we win the lottery we won’t be going anywhere,” Penny says. Continue reading
They are walking along the seafront, restricted to a gentle amble by Marge’s presence. It’s a bracing October day, sunny and bright, but with icy gusts of wind that bring tears to their eyes. Because Penny is so behind schedule, and because Martin and Victoria are concerned about inconveniencing everyone with their visit, Martin has insisted on taking everyone out for lunch. Continue reading
The next morning, Penny has barely stepped out of the shower when she hears Sander call out, “They’re here! They’ve arrived.”
She gasps – she’s way behind schedule – then wraps a towel around her middle, and runs up the three stairs that separate their bedroom from the main bathroom. As she passes Sander’s studio, she ducks in and joins him as he looks out of the window. Below them, Martin’s BMW is shuffling back and forth into a seemingly impossible parking space.
“Kiss?” Sander asks, turning to face her. Continue reading
Inexplicably, from Penny’s point of view at least, it takes Sander a full eight days to move the twenty-two boxes of random junk and clothing back from the spare room to the walk-in wardrobe of their bedroom. Eight days, at – she works it out on her iPhone – two point seven five boxes per day. Continue reading