Infrequenteer

Been busy lately. Not had the time. Trouble at work. You get the picture. But hey it's September!

In my previous post I boasted of having hit 40k words of my newest book Spare Parts For Spaceships. Well, ladies and gents, that now stands at 80k and is approaching the end. Not bad going. Moreover, I've changed the title and there is to be a second volume. Being an absolute tease though, I'm not going to tell you what the new title is for now. I know. Rotten.

I recently published Imbroglio as a paperback and gave away six copies. Not expecting great feedback on this but some would be nice. Last giveaway for Underlay (which I regard as probably one of my more commercial efforts) has failed to attract so much as a rating - *disappointed face* as they say on Twitter. OcellusAMcEwan by the by. I did recive a 1 star rating for The Pale Maraud a few days ago, and curiously that novel, an heroic fantasy with no dialogue written in the 80s, is attracting freebie downloads via Amazon, so all good. Truly, bad ratings and reviews are better than none at all. Being read is the whole point of writing. A lot of my available work is old, and free.

Ocellus is where the future begins, if you will. A step up and a more consistent read. The old themes are still there; identity, chaos, mutation, the mechanical universe, and of course humour, but on another plane, one less given to turbulence. I still seek to divide opinion and I will never write a book just to make money (he sez, make me an offer). It beholds the Great Reading Public, however, to gravitate away from literary ready-meals and fast-food 'if you liked book X you'll love book Y' market-led instant satisfaction come-back-for-more over-sugared face-fillers. Which will poison your soul. Ahem.

So why not 'be the first of your friends to...' etc.

Okay, enough of the begging. It's undignified and I should instead rely on my genius, despite that being under a bushel. Seriously though, the more readers prepared to look beyond the usual suspects, to boldy go, dig up and unearth worms along with potatoes, the more chance idependent authors like myself have a chance of making a mark and influencing the future of publishing, an industry controlled by big business and run for profit, with an increasing number of publishing houses under the same roof. This is not good in any sphere. We need a subtext. We need a little anarchy.

So there you have it. After weeks of constipation I have done a blog. I have of course been writing, writing, writing...