“You want to see her again.” It is normal as a man to hear that from friends and relatives about some former girlfriend. (And women, I’m sure, hear the same about certain ex-boyfriends.) Regardless of how many times you reply by declaring “No, I don’t,” you may still have it tossed at you over and over.
It may get on your nerves. Or you may just laugh. But it is *lots* more uncomfortable – to say the least – and irritating if your wife says it…
…to the point sometimes I find I may need a drink.😂
I hear it from her especially whenever we go over to France; but she is just kidding me. However, that is what may happen to you as a writer. It has been a major reason I’ve never been keen on my family and my friends reading my books.
For readers who don’t know you, as a writer you need merely to write a page-turning good tale. However, when it comes to those you know, there may be a need to explain yourself: friends and family may be full of questions about where you got much of it…
…and worst of all is someone you know also seeing something they DO NOT find funny or flattering and are sure it is about THEM – and it may well be.
I was just having a click moments ago around on Amazon. I found one of my uncle’s books and I had a read of some of the “free sample.” To see it again was as if he is still living: he is still very much alive in his books and I suppose he always will be.
The fifth anniversary of the publication of my own first novel, Passports, is approaching. (It appeared in November 2013.) When I was writing it during 2012-13, I had thought it would be a one-and-done effort: I would write it “just to get this writing thing out of my system”… and to prove to myself I could write a book like my uncle did. I figured after it was published I would pretty much disappear without a trace after maybe “six” or so people read it. But post-publication I began to notice many more were reading it than I had reasonably hoped. I felt I also had more to write about that was also worth reading, so I decided to write a sequel, Frontiers, and after that another, Distances.
By 2016, I felt confident enough to decide to attack a career goal. I had been a university lecturer in history and politics, and for longer than I could remember I had dreamed of writing a fictional romantic “extravaganza” that was also historically accurate – to make reading history fun and exciting for a non-historian. That became Conventions: The Garden At Paris in 2017, and, thankfully, readers seem to like that novel, too. And that encouraged me to write what I am now: its follow up: Tomorrow The Grace.
But the plot for Conventions did not appear like a bolt from the blue without a backstory and past of its own. An aspect of the history had intrigued me since I had been a university student, and those closest to me had known that. While I was writing Distances, and still unsure if I would ever actually get around to writing a novel built around that interest, I slipped in a reference to it based on an old conversation:
Whatever else I do or write, those first three novels will always mean so much to me. They are where I began. You would not be here if it weren’t for them.
I hope it will be out within weeks: the entire story will be in one place, from start to finish:
There may be a fourth installment someday. Or there may not be. Who knows? 😉
Given it is easy (and inexpensive) to download the three e-book versions separately, there won’t be a similar Kindle compilation. But of course not everyone has a Kindle. And I know there are readers who enjoy big books on their lap in bed or while reclining in a beach chair. 🙂
My uncle died in 2015 before he could see Distances. But he had read Passports and Frontiers and told me that he LIKED them – which meant more to me than I can possibly put into words. And he did not even mind that I had broadly fictionalized him – and not entirely flatteringly at times either… because, he also told me, that’s what writers do.
Have a good Monday, wherever you are. 🙂