… an April Fool. It’s relaunch day for DreamWorlds Publishing – the BLOG!
It’s relaunch day for DreamWorlds Publishing – the BLOG! Also the old firm itself has had a good bottoming for Spring, in preparation for us getting a little more serious about the publishing and editorial side.
Since March 2015 I’ve been in a kind of hibernation career-wise (yes, yes, add in suitable jolly quip for the c-word). However, having just gone through a major phase of home ‘improvement’ that involved interior walls being bludgeoned out of existence, cookers thrown on a skip and kitchen cupboards being retired with extreme prejudice, I decided that the blog could do with a major overhaul as well. Before the kitchen outfitters arrive and I’m forced to spend enormous amounts of money courtesy of a new mortgage to release equity in the old homestead, to make it me-friendly for the foreseeable, I’ve also been considering sustainable income options for the future too.
The coffers will be looking healthier than they have for some time, but a fair whack of the new funds are already earmarked for loan repayments, new and spiffy black goods for the new kitchen, etc, so my thoughts have been straying to other marketable skills to bring in additional revenue. Preferably before I’m tempted to do something completely bonkers and get rid of my teenaged motor…
So, dear friends and colleagues, the time has come for me to look at ways to streamline and refloat DreamWorlds Publishing. Now, don’t get too worried by this! Please.
We’re still going to be functioning as a collective and doing the skills-swapping and sharing, so payment in movable wealth isn’t necessarily going to be rearing its head for our established family pot. However, in my other endeavours, I’ve been networking with people who prefer a more business-like arrangement and are willing to send me actual money for editorial and/or production and design work. So, I’m currently talking to the Benefits Office about a change in my potential earning status in anticipation of a small, steady stream of income coming in to help keep things tootling along for more than luxuries like food, shelter and keeping the pooch in the manner to which he’s been accustomed. Also that this blog will be seeing a lot more activity, so you all know what I’ve been getting up to on a hitherto unprecedented basis!
We’ll see how it goes. It may mean that we can afford to do more things. It will definitely mean that The Qworks will finally happen. At the very least!
As most of you will know by now, I’ve been trying to improve on my merchanting skills by dint of embracing Twitter (and Facebook a bit – it’s just not ‘me’ so much) and in particular by joining theRave Reviews Book Club. Now before you think this a recruitment post for them, it isn’t! Honestly. What it’s about is using your various author platforms to drive business to the sales point of your titles.
Now, this is essentially a huge team-tagging exercise for a month-long book and blog block party where there were up to three separate blog posts a day by the RRBC members participating. I chose to post on 3 separate days for Dreamless Roads (which isn’t an RRBC supported book as there’s only me who’s a member on there so they don’t usually promote it), and Milele Safari and A Freebooter’s Fantasy Almanac (which are promoted). For each book blog I wanted to put the Kindle version of the book on a Countdown price for that day for 99 cents/pence. Unfortunately I couldn’t do this in the end for AFFA, but I had brisk sales for Milele and Dreamless on their days.
The Dreamless Roads post day was the most successful!
This was in terms of visits and Kindle ‘sales’ with100 comments and FORTY, yes, FOUR ZERO SALESon the day.
Now, as you know Kindle Unlimited lets readers have the books for free, but you still get a cut of the revenue from the membership deal every month, so, for once we’re going to make some modest grocery shopping money, and not the odd, cheap cappuccino from the fund for August! Neat huh? 😀
Now go see the post and especially the comments, as they’re nearly all from RRBC people. Not only have I shifted 40 copies of Dreamless Roads, I’ll hopefully get some honest reviews off the back of this spurt of interest, which has already given the Amazon ranking (currently at #168,863) a welcome shot in the arm – in comparison, AFFA is 1.278 million and Milele is 1.439 million.
Milele Safari, which has been on the RRBC catalogue for all but the 1st six months of its publication date, is now approaching 30 reviews, most of which are highly positive and also come from RRBC members for the most part. Not bad for a ‘marmite book’ that I haven’t been pushing hard – it’s blog post got 25 sales, which is not to be sneezed at either.
Take what you will from this post, but if you’re active on social media and/or in author/writing communities, please have a good think on how YOU can boost Dreamless Roads in your circles of influence, and, if you do have one, your fanbase! 😉
We only have 4 reviews so far, but they’re all superb, so who knows how many more we’ll get if we all create a small stir for the book wherever we’re able!
Next on the agenda in The Qworks – watch this space as I’ll be posting much more this autumn… 😀
OK – so you might have noticed that Sîan Glírdan’s making more of an appearance these days and that there’s a new book A Freebooter’s Fantasy Almanac, (AFFA)sloooowly making it’s way out into online publication waters. If you’ve been looking my way in the last couple of weeks on social media, you’ll also have seen that Sîan’s now got her own blog and that there’s also an AFFA book blog as well. So – this next announcement will probably not surprise you at all but…
From now on all my fantasy genre writing is going to be published under my pen name Sîan Glírdan.
Yes, I may still occasionally write something more mainstream and contemporary as Jan Hawke, but for the forseeable future, this Jan Hawke INKorporated blog will be more to do with
In the last century, great writers achieved their greatness far earlier than they do now. Granted, they died earlier too, of fashionable afflictions such as bacterial infections, addiction, suicide, and the spleen; but it wasn’t uncommon for writers to be well on the road to superstardom and inclusion in the grand literary canon by the end of their twenties. So why are our great writers now so old, when they do great things?
James Joyce had written the genesis of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by the time he was 22, and finished Dubliners before he hit 30. Franz Kafka was dead at 40, leaving behind a considerable body of work. Ernest Hemingway published The Sun Also Rises at the age of 27.
In other fields, successful artists are much younger. Popular musicians generally achieve career highs in their 20s, or earlier, as accomplished at their craft as…
Let’s get this going properly – A Freebooter’s Fantasy Almanac is now being proof-read by my long-suffering sister and I’m hoping to have it hitting the cyber shelves by the 1st of June with good luck and a following wind! So high time for me to get started with populating the book blog before launch date and to release those tasty little snippets to tantalise and tease the ‘marketplace’. Nice baby steps for now, but I will be putting up a Jano and Silen gallery on here – now that elleth has been unleashed upon an unsuspecting world there’ll be no stopping her, so this is the place where she can strut her stuff…
I’m excited to announce that my young adult action and adventure novel, The Gladiator and the Guard, is now available for purchase! This is the second book in the Krillonian Chronicles, sequel to The Collar and the Cavvarach. First Things First: a Little Information about Book 1:
Bensin, a teenage slave and martial artist, is desperate to see his little sister freed. But only victory in the Krillonian Empire’s most prestigious tournament will allow him to secretly arrange for Ellie’s escape. Dangerous people are closing in on her, however, and Bensin is running out of time. With his one hope fading quickly away, how can Bensin save Ellie from a life of slavery and abuse?
What is the Collar for, and What is a Cavvarach?
The story is set in a world very much like our own, with just a few major differences. One is that…
Today, I am very excited to introduce readers to Michael R. Miller, whose first fantasy book, The Dragon’s Blade: The Reborn King, just came to my attention. This author bravely volunteered to reveal how world building factored into his writing process and his method of handling such a tremendous task. So without further introduction, here is Mr. Miller’s guest post, simply entitled WORLD BUILDING!
When does world building in fantasy go too far? In a genre defined by unique worlds, cultures and magic, readers expect in-depth world building. It is, however, a misunderstanding to think that these elements are the most important. Story and characters will always be what keeps a reader interested. Incredible characters and plot can shore up thinner world building but rarely will the reverse work.
Writers need to make a fairly deliberate decision on how far they want their world building to go…
As you can see below, Louise is the youngest of our contributing authors to Dreamless Roads: A Fantasy anthology (DreamWorlds Publishing) – the epic poem The Rogue’s Odyssey in fact, but we’re featuring her today to show off her latest work in progress…
Louise Findlay ~ A fantasy writer who creates short tales about many supernatural creatures and the adventures they embark upon…
Louise writes fantasy (generally short stories) and inspirational poetry. She enjoys reading and writing about mythological creatures such as angels and demons but has a soft spot for vampires. Louise is currently in the midst of writing a vampire novella about two vampire clans whose deputy’s clash in a big way, entitled A Spy in the Sagax Vampires.
She generally writes ebooks but she’s a part of a few anthologies which are in print and is working on a special secret project this year.
Imprisoning a Duel Discord Description The world is in musical order. To maintain balance, a team of Government Agents, named Harmony, track down, experiment on and sometimes kill those who express the music of dissonance. Those like Psycha, a duel Discord of Vyla and Sios; a prime lab rat to Harmony. Being able to disrupt harmony by voice and hands alone makes Psycha far more dangerous than the usual Discord. Will she run into trouble trying to protect her boyfriend, Caleb? Will her desire to destroy Harmony prove fatal for her? What will be left of her if she ever gets captured?
Excerpt from Imprisoning a Duel Discord: Psycha
What had Caleb gotten himself into this time? We were discords for music’s sake. We couldn’t strike back against Harmony if we ran, and be damned if he got caught. He was a Tara Discord not a Vyla like me. He was more vulnerable and I knew for a fact he left his Tara back at camp. Careless. That was so unlike him. He was usually methodical and paranoid. He couldn’t afford to throw his life away on a whim. I was the reckless one.
I hummed a tune to try and find his wavelength. Discords stuck out like a sore thumb, and he was a Tara. He was invisible without it, but I knew his musical signature like the back of my hand. I was almost certain I could pick something up, and I did. The three note discordant hum that was uniquely Caleb was faintly ringing in the air. I rushed to try and catch up to him. There was no way he would get captured on my watch. Cinder would kill me.
No. I caught sight of a man with the Harmony symbol on the back of his black suit. The tell-tale sign of a sharp, with two notes at the bottom and a treble clef in the middle, made him the enemy. I’d seen what happened to Discords when Harmony got a hold of them. They were mere husks of their former selves; dead and despondent inside. Their life cruelly ripped away. I would not let that happen to Caleb.
I screamed out notes at the man’s back, notes which clashed horribly. It was music to me, but the assailant recoiled, clutching his head in pain. How dare he try and take away the thing that made Caleb who he was. Being Discords defined us.
My enemy retaliated by taking out his Ko and trying to play me into submission. The harmony was excruciating to me. I was a duel Vyla/Sios Discord. Normal Discords were three parts discord and one-part harmony. I was fully Discord. I could control music with my voice and by touch alone. I hated Harmony for what they did to us, and I knew I’d be their prime lab rat.
“Caleb, run” I shouted.
I was bombarding him with musical assaults, but I had to be careful not to hit Caleb. He was powerless without his Tara. Why did he not bring it with him?
“I’m not leaving you,” he said.
Ah. Blood ran down my cheek when a note hit. Harmony and dissonance were opposites. One could hurt the other. Harmony were the government and Dissonance were the outcasts. I would make them pay for condemning us to a lifetime of running. Harmony agents lived to capture us.
“Go, you idiot. Get back to camp. You’re defenceless,” I ordered.
At last, he managed to see sense and fled. I couldn’t protect him if he was in the way. I waved a shield to protect against the agent’s next attack. Now Caleb was safe I could really let loose without fear of hurting him. I used my voice and hands in tandem to unleash a barrage of musical weapons at him. Streams of note swords and arrows flew at the enemy. He was pretty quick to keep up with me, but he couldn’t deflect everything I threw at him.
I started to hum a dissonant melody designed to sweep into his soul. I would poison his harmony with dissonance. He let out a hiss, which told me I was successful. I screamed as more musical implements of doom attacked me. I used the blood trickling down my arm in a note. Blood notes packed a mean punch. Judging by the look on his face, it did.
“Just die, Harmony bastard,” I said.
“Bring it, Discord cur,” he replied.
I screamed like a banshee. When he was distracted, I flung a spear at him. I turned his cries into a gag with a wave of my hand. His voice was grating to my ears.
Ah. A melody hit me straight in the neck and continued to constrain my throat. I tried to catch my breath, but it was impossible. I flailed around, trying to swipe him off me, but to no avail. I couldn’t let him get me. I couldn’t be captured. I finally managed to get him to relent, but my vision turned hazy as I gasped for breath.
Time I did some more work on doing a bit of promotion for us, so here’s a little vid I put together when I had to pitch for some ‘consultancy’ work for a charity-led health support project yesterday – all about us! 😀