Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Author Interview

I was recently interviewed by Library of Erana. 
Have a read on the following link:
And listen to some music whilst you do it : )

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Sorry, I'm a Self-Published Author

One of the main aspects of self-publishing is that you have a large degree of control.

You obviously want what's best for your work. You've spent hours, days, weeks, months or even years slugging away on a single project, trying to get it as close to perfection as possible.

You finally manage to complete your project. You've got a cover sorted (if you couldn't afford a professional one then you've probably used a template, provided by the company you used... no big deal), you've also got yourself a marketing plan, with a list of magazines, newspapers and journals to send press releases to etc etc.

You take a deep breath and click "Submit and Publish".

It's a bold move. The non-creative folk don't realise what it feels like to put so much of yourself "out there". If you explained to them they would probably say, "Then don't do it," which proves to you that they have no idea what it's like to be a creative person, to have ideas that long to be expressed and shared.

So a part of you is "out there" and now has a life of its own. It can be a very anxious time.

You get the FRF... the first review fear.

Are they going to like it? Are they going to get it? 

What you don't expect is: "I've just bought your book and I can't read it because the words are too small. Really, really tiny."

There's that knot in the stomach.

Why has that happened!?

You did everything correct. You reviewed it over and over again. You checked everything. 

So it's back to the drawing board.

What a feeling of disappointment. You want your product to be in great shape. After all, you're providing a service. You want your customers to be satisfied. You're an honest person - you never intended to sell a kettle that didn't boil!

It happens.

It has happened to me more times than I care to remember.

It's important for me to realise that this is a learning curve. It's just a shame that some people buy my books and then are disappointed, and not because of the content, but because of how the content is presented. 

For you people, I'm sorry. I hold my hands up and claim full responsibility.

Just last night I resubmitted all three of my paperbacks for publication - again. All three of them had incredibly small print. Why? First of all I assumed it was the size of the font, so I increased them all to pt14 (even though, whilst I'm doing it, I'm thinking, this isn't right... it's going to be huge). I resubmitted them with the new font size. Then I was told it had nothing to do with the size of the font at all, that pt12 Times New Roman was standard (I knew it!). It was because the PDFs that I uploaded were bigger than the size selected on the site I used (Createspace). 

The people at Createspace have been a huge help. They explained why the issue had arisen in the first place and gave me a link to a website to compress my PDFs. So hopefully, fingers crossed, you'll be able to read my books without a magnifying glass.

Please accept my apology if you've bought any one of my books and found that the content to be minuscule.


Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Dying in a Dream

I'm not really one for sharing dreams but I feel compelled to share this one with you.

It happened a couple of nights ago.

I was laying on the backseat of my parents' car. I wasn't well at all. I think the car was going really fast, so I'm guessing we were whizzing our way to the hospital.
All of a sudden I floated out of my body and sat up straight. There was no panic whatsoever. In fact, I was really calm, collected and at peace.
I said, 'Dad, I think I've died.'
But even though I had said those words they were silent. Come to think of it, it was exactly like a thought. I was aware that my words were silent to the ear, but I also knew that my dad could hear me.
He turned around instantly and gently nudged my body. When he saw that it was lifeless pandemonium broke out in the car.
My parents were crying and panicking and all the while I was saying to them (silently, as before), 'I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm here.' But I knew it was futile. They couldn't hear me anymore.
And I knew why.
It was their fear.
Their fear was overriding that part of their psyche that only a moment before was alert and sensitive enough to hear my silent words.
** Reflecting on the dream, I can't help but think that this is exactly what happens when we die. And those who are left behind block the channel of contact with fear of their own death and the suffering they cause themselves through grieving severely.


Saturday, 21 March 2015

Free Your Products

There's this restaurant around the corner from me, and on the first day of every month there's always a long queue of people waiting for it to open.
People get there early and even mark their position in the line by placing a rock on the ground, then they go and do whatever and come back when the doors are open. (What's stopping someone from kicking away their rock and replacing it with their own? I honestly don't know... this is Taiwan we're talking about here. People do things differently.)
The first time I saw this line of people (and stones) I asked my girlfriend what was going on.
"Everything is free on the first of every month."
How great is that?
They give away their food for free and their business absolutely thrives. People get a taster of what their food is like and if they like it they won't think twice about coming back for more and actually paying for it.
Consider giving away your product for free. People like free things!
That being said, from tomorrow (22nd) till Thursday (26th) my mini book, The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair is going to be free to download.
Put rocks on the ground, by all means, but you really don't have to.

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Friday, 6 March 2015

Free ebook Weekend

Last week I was giving away my ebook, Happiness & Honey. This weekend it's time for Waiting for Wings to be free.

It's a short novella (perfect for a weekend) about how one boy's life gets flipped upside down, when his best friend gets diagnosed with cancer. With the help of his little sister and their strange new neighbour, the boy finally understands that death isn't anything to be afraid of.

Described as being a "Truly inspiring read" and "Absolutely wonderful and endlessly comforting" you don't need to wait any longer for your wings.

Because it's free!

Please follow this link to download it: Free Wings

If you have any questions please get in touch at:,uk

Have a great weekend.



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Thursday, 5 March 2015

Thanking J. Krishnamurti

I thought I would share on here my latest review on Goodreads.

It sounds quite a boring thing to share but after reading it I hope you'll see why I did so.

OK, so my original review of this book wasn't a very good one. In fact, I wrote it when I had given up on the book at about 3/4 of the way through it. I had lost patience with his constant putting down of humanity, calling it 'vulgar' time and time again. I felt like he was having a good old moan and I wasn't willing to invest any more time in it. On the night I wrote the review I had a dream of Krishnamurti... honestly, I'm not making this up. He was sat at a desk in what appeared to be a classroom. Every time I try and think of what was said between us, all I remember is this:

Me: So you want me to read books that I don't agree with!?

And a frustrated He: Yes! You HAVE to!!

Not surprisingly I woke up from the dream rather perplexed. After a few minutes of failing to remember more of what was said, I picked up the unfinished book and read it to the end.

I believe that we read what we read because there's something in the book for us; to help us; to guide us; to maybe move us onto the next step or help push forward an idea. This is illustrated beautifully when someone recommends a book to you and it contains the words you needed to hear at that exact moment in your life.

Well, good'old J. Krishnamurti obviously wanted me to finish his book because right at the very end, the very last entry he had made was, for me, exactly that.

Thank you, J. Krishnamurti, for guiding me out of my ignorance.

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"I really loved every word of this book. A hidden gem! Highly recommended!"
"A beautiful work of fiction."
"Charming and inspirational."

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Goodreads Author

I'm happy to announce that I'm now a Goodreads Author.

Check out my profile here when you get a chance:

It feels nice to be part of a community that's solely dedicated to books and authors.

If you're on there please stop by and review my books or/and get in touch.

It'd be nice to hear from you.

As always, thank you for your support.

Your friend and writer,