2013 Update

Whirlwind signing tours spanning the globe and glittering events where the literary conversation flows and sparkles like the endless supply of free champagne. Savage bidding wars between slavering, bug-eyed commissioning editors who would stab a rival in the eye with a fountain pen to snap up the next bestseller. Dozens of invitations to write incisive social commentary for newspapers that just happen to repeatedly mention the authorís recently published novel, in which these themes are covered in a witty and thrilling manner (RRP £7.99 in all good bookstores).

These, my friends, are among the many writer perks I have emphatically not experienced in the 18 months since the first publication of Apocalypse Cow and my last diary entry.

It has been a rough year for my fledgling writing career, which has plunged from the nest and is currently describing frantic arcs in the grass with stubby, useless wings, hoping the sweet middle-aged lady in the bungalow at the top of the garden will find and nurture it before the neighbourís vicious little moggy chances upon it with unsheathed claws. However, before I get into the circumstances that have left my career in this predicament, I should start with the positives.

Firstly-and this is a big one-Apocalypse Cow came out in the US this May. The critical reception was overwhelmingly positive, with great reviews appearing in the right places. The novel even topped Booklistís
Top Ten Horror Fiction 2013 list, and I was lucky enough to have Christopher Moore read, enjoy and blurb the book.

The UK paperback hit the shelves around the same time, and I have built up a small fan base that has provided me with dozens of sweet and encouraging interactions on Facebook and Twitter that I wouldnít trade for all the cheese in Switzerland (and believe me, I am obsessed with cheese: I once tried to mainline fondue, but couldnít get the sticky gloop in the syringe).

I also made my first literary festival appearance at a satellite event of the Hay Festival in Nairobi, where the guests were serious authors of African heritage discussing identity, race and growing up different in white nations. Plus me talking about zombie cows. I did my best to link violent, sex-crazed livestock to issues of racial equality, but I felt the crowd wasnít operating at my intellectual level. Still, it did at least lead to me getting a
short story in The Telegraph.

ĎSo what have you got to whine about then, Michael?í I hear you ask. ĎThat all sounds rather jolly. Arenít you just being a typically negative Glaswegian who canít celebrate his own success? Shouldnít you just drink a nice hot cup of shut-the-fuck-up and be grateful?í

Well, yes. You are completely right. And now that I have written these positives down, I do understand I have many things to be grateful for. Still, I promised you a litany of woes only a few paragraphs above, and I do so hate to be a tease, so I suppose I had better get on with moaning.

Despite the many good reviews and having the endorsement of two big-name authors in Moore and Pratchett, sales have been as lame as the dad jokes my wife says I started telling the instant my first child was born. I doubt I even qualify for mid-list status. If my publishers have a secret shit list, Iím pretty sure my name is scratched at the top in red ink, underlined twice with a few exclamation marks for emphasis.

This missing link between quality and quantity of reviews and lack of sales is not confined to my book. Another author friend, who had an even wider range of even better reviews in even bigger publications for his first novel, is also finding that his sales have not gone the way we all expected. So, one thing I have definitely learned is that good reviews do not equal good sales-which is no surprise given the massive amount of books released each year, a large chunk of which get good reviews. Aside from word of mouth, which nobody can really predict or understand, what really makes the difference is how much a publisher is prepared to push a book. Shelf space is increasingly limited as physical book stores struggle and there are a gazillion books available online, so sales and marketing is all important. The vast majority of authors just donít get this backing, which is an understandable reality of the current business and nothing to bitch about.

What I do find inexplicable, though, is the model of keeping a year between hardcover and paperback releases. What I saw was that all of my good UK reviews arrived within three months of the hardcover coming out, which then left nine months for everybody who had taken note and resolved to buy the paperback to forget all about it. When the paperback was released, nobody had any clue it was out as there was no effort to let the public know. Again, this is relatively standard practice and a situation most novelists face.
There is also the question of e-book pricing. While a hardcover is out, the e-book price remains high for the full year, making it unlikely for e-book readers to take a chance on a new author. The second the paperback comes out, the price drops, but by that point-as mentioned above-everybody has forgotten about the book.

I believe if the publishing industry wants to flourish, it has to overhaul these models. Not only is a year between hardcover and paperback too long (for new authors, at least; big name authors will still sell reams of hardcovers in that year because their fans canít wait), the e-book and hardcover markets are very different. Why not start with a reasonable e-book price from the beginning? After all, the e-book is the same product all along. Charging nine quid for an e-book one day and then five quid the next because a separate product has been released makes no sense to me.

Anyway, as I said these are all standard problems facing new authors. My situation is a little more complex. At the start of the year, I signed up with an agent on the strength of my second novel, which is completely unrelated to Apocalypse Cow. Itís a darker and more serious work, and in my view far superior. Unfortunately, my publisher said Ďno thanksí because it was too different from the daftness of Apocalypse Cow and didnít fit comfortably into one genre. They wanted Ďthe same, but differentí.

This was my own fault. I made the rookie error of assuming that if I was going to shift to a style I felt was more in line with my long-term vision, it was better to do it earlier. What my editor (and later agent) told me was that this work would be better as a third or fourth book-a shift that would be better accepted once I had built up a significant fan base. So, this is the second thing I learned. Publishers want to create an author brand they can sell, not have some loose cannon jumping around from style to style unless he has the sales to back it up.

After discussions between my agent and editor, I unhappily set aside a book I thought was my best work so far and wrote Cruel Britannia, the sequel to Apocalypse Cow. I submitted this work to the publisher five weeks ago. Even if the editor does like it, he has to go through the acquisition committee, which will look at my previous sales record, not the critical acclaim, as the fundamental basis for the decision on whether to offer a deal. So, Iím not too hopeful on that front.

On top of all this, I terminated my agreement with my agent, which I suppose many would consider career suicide. He is a very reputable agent who has done great work for other authors, but I felt that our interpersonal relationship wasnít working and that he didnít have enough time to represent me given his extensive client list. So, if my publisher doesnít want Cruel Britannia, I am back to square one of trying navigate my way through the maze of agents and publishers.

I tell you this not to complain, but to make a point: there seems to be an assumption (one I also shared) that once you have one book published, life gets much easier. In my experience, it doesnít. I am having to fight even harder now to keep my career alive, and I am questioning whether I am good enough to make it-so much so, in fact, that at the moment I can barely write a word (which you may find hard to believe given the length of this diary entry).

Still, out of adversity comes opportunity or hope or some other such clichťd positive thingy, and I have learned a lot from this yearís unfortunate events. I expect Iíll pull myself out of this funk soon enough, and after all I wouldnít be a writer if I didnít get all angst-ridden from time to time.

Thanks for reading my bleat (I hesitate to use the word blog) post. For a more focused and less whiny account of what I have learned, which may be of use to burgeoning writers, you can see the Seven Things I've Learned So Far blog I wrote for Writerís Digest, and this
blog post about agents and whatnot.

Good luck with all your writing endeavours, and I wish everybody (myself included) a successful 2014.


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Part 6- June 2012

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Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the final entry of my diary. Itís been a pleasure sharing my experiences as I lurched unwittingly from impoverished, unknown and unpublished author to impoverished, unknown and published author. Thank you for staying with me, and to the team at Multi-Story for giving me the chance to fill up the pages of the site with my journey thus far.

This, the sixth entry, is a good point to end, as I feel I am starting to repeat myself. This is due in equal parts to my advancing years; the exhaustion of parenthood, a demanding job and a second novel in progress; and the fact that Iíve shared pretty much everything I have to share about the publishing process - highly secret contract details aside.

The book has now been out for a month, and what comes next is likely to be spectacularly dull for those who have no vested interest in this novel - which is pretty much everyone apart from me, my wife and my children, whose prospects of receiving pocket money depend on the buying public shaking off the recession blues and investing in some zombie cows. So, if you havenít bought a copy yet, just be aware that the next time my cute little daughter asks for a lollipop, Iím going to blame you when she doesnít get one. Her tears of woe splash upon your conscience, not mine.

Now that the initial excitement and splurge of publicity from the publisher has passed, it is time to hunker down for the long game. The sad fact is that hardcovers from new authors generally donít sell terribly well. Sure, the eBook is out there and trade paperbacks (the large-format paperback) are being shipped for the airport and export market, but I suspect the RRPs for those products are just as discouraging to buyers in the current economic climate. I must admit that I rarely buy hardcovers and have an upper limit for an eBook that sits below the current asking price of my novel. Yes, I know Iím saying I wouldnít buy my own book at current prices, which at least goes to show I am honest, if rather crap at marketing.

I do expect the eBook price to gradually drop, but unless I gratuitously insert lots of sadomasochistic sex in the next edition a la Fifty Shades of Shagging, I expect sales to remain muted until the mass-market paperback hits the shelves next May (although, since the publisher only issues a statement twice a year, I have no real idea how the hardcover is selling in stores other than Amazon). Itís a long time to wait, but nine months to a year is standard for paperback to follow hardcover, although publishers do adjust schedules depending on how sales are going - if strong, theyíll hold out for the year; if weak, they will bring the paperback release forward.

As I mentioned in a previous entry, however, this is pretty much as expected. Transworld told me the function of the hardcover is to build profile and interest through reviews and nice quotes to stick on the back of later editions. Over the last month, I have watched this process unfold. Reviews continue to come in, from very nice write-ups by The Sunday Express and Press Association to a steady stream of four and five stars from book bloggers and Amazon and Goodreads reviewers. However, good reviews do not necessarily mean instant sales, particularly on Amazon, where readers actually have to find the book before they can see it is highly rated. Many of us will read a review and then make a mental note to get a copy later when the price comes down/we are less skint/Amazon accidentally gives it away in a freebie.

At least chatter is slowly building up on Facebook and Twitter, with tweeps increasingly posting links to my book and spreading the word to friends. One branch of Waterstones has recommended it as a Fatherís Day gift, while others have been giving it a plug here and there. The book is still far from reaching the critical mass that will propel it into widespread public awareness, but it is both encouraging and fascinating to see how a buzz builds from nothing.

Oddly, as the book grows in the public consciousness, it is receding in mine. When I read a review or see it popping up somewhere online, I find it hard to remember that I invested so much time, energy and emotion in writing it. This process is, I suspect, natural. A parent canít worry about every single detail of a childís life when it leaves the nest, and so I canít constantly fret as my baby tries to find its place in the big, bad world out there. To remain deeply invested would only cause extreme frustration, and I am glad of the increasing distance - although this may change if anybody wants to interview me about the book and I canít even remember the names of the characters (this is also linked to the ageing process, as my neurons curl up at the edges like decaying leaves and leave me even more gormless than usual).

Still, as detached as I am becoming, I still monitor reactions to the book, largely because this is throwing up fascinating insights into the human mind. I had a very clear concept of what I was trying to achieve when I wrote Apocalypse Cow, yet it delights me how people see completely different things in the book, sometimes completely missing elements I inserted, at other times imagining themes I had not conceived of while writing.

Amongst those who liked it, some have seen the social and political satire, others have seen only the violence (even though it makes up only one-tenth of the book), some have seen a touching story of evolving human relationships between well-drawn characters and some have seen a typical zombie tale. One person even said it raised deep philosophical questions. That may be taking it a tad too far, but thanks anyway!

One guy, who liked it, still felt it wasnít as funny as he wanted it to be, and another thought it would have been funnier given the title and cover. Another said he was surprised it wasnít funny all the way through and contained moments of real emotional distress. I found this a particularly interesting insight into genre-focused thinking. In the minds of the industry, and many readers, a comedy should be a comedy (or a horror a horror, etc) from start to finish. I took the approach that ďitís all fun and games until someone loses an eyeĒ, and the book grows more serious toward the end, before reverting to levity. This, for me, reflects the human experience far better. We can run through the whole range of human emotions in one day, never mind over the course of weeks, months or years.

On the other side of the coin, there have been a few people who just didnít like it. Criticism has included that it isnít funny, that the characters are robotic and that itís nothing new. All of this waffle does have a point, and to make it I want to go into some specifics of one negative review. The reviewer got lots of important details wrong, including missing out the presence of two of the three narrators. This particular reader, seemingly based on negative experiences with other teenage protagonists, assumed many things about Geldof, the only principal character she appeared to notice, which were not mentioned, such as a love of comic books and video games.

I donít bring this particular reviewer up to have a go, as she is perfectly entitled to hold an opinion and express it, but it is crucial to my final point about writing, which is this: everybody comes to a book with their own worldview and set of preconceptions about where that work may fit in them, and then looks for evidence to suit their ideas, whether it is there or not. This doesnít hold for books only. It seeps into every aspect of human existence, from making judgements about people we have just met to forming opinions about emotive conflicts or political parties.

Understanding this is, for me, central to building a successful, or at least satisfying, career as an author. The book you create is not necessarily going to be the book people read, so writing with an audience or market in mind is, I feel, pointless. You canít know the life experiences of every reader, you have no real idea what they are going to like or dislike and you certainly canít try to please everybody. The story in your head is all that matters. Stay true to your theme, plot and characters, and donít allow what you feel the market wants to dilute and muddy your vision. If you can do that, then you will create something you can be proud of. In the end, that is all that matters.


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Part 5- May 2012

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Those paragons of patience who have managed to stay with this rambling diary for the last four months may have noticed something of a theme running throughout my entries. Iíve consistently remarked upon the unreality I felt at my book winning an award and publication deal, and Iíve repeatedly said I suspected it was all a sick joke at my expense. Well, guess what? Iíve finally got it into my thick skull that this is real. I am now officially a debut novelist.

Writing this, a few days after publication, I realise how tense I have been over the last few months. I didnít experience the sense of anti-climax many authors say they feel when their book finally hits the shelves. More than anything, there was an unclenching of all the muscles, mental and physical, that I didnít know I had been clenching. My baby is now out there in the world, ready to stand or fall on its own, and this has freed me from the worry that the plug could be pulled at any minute.

So, now I am very relaxed, helped by the fact it looks as though the book is going to be well received. Reviews so far have been overwhelmingly positive. Fourteen ratings on Amazon and nine on Goodreads down the line, my star ratings are high. Book bloggers and review websites have been very complimentary (my best review can be found here), although I did get my first bad write-up in a British Sci-Fi magazine. Even then, after all the fretting, my first reaction to getting a stinker was one of relief. It had to come at some point, after all.

I havenít actually seen the review, as it only appears in the print edition of the magazine in question, and my publicist Lynsey didnít want to send it to me - apparently the reviewer had an alarmingly negative reaction to the book and gave it a right good pummelling. She did give me the gist of it though: the reviewer thought it was unfunny, and compared it to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, which the reviewer thought was equally rotten.

Weirdly, I wasnít upset, for several reasons. The most important one is that I donít see this book as Sci-Fi, so I donít expect the serious Sci-Fi buffs to like it. The science is no doubt ropey, although that does seem compulsory for a zombie book, and everything about the book, from the plot to the characters, is very tongue-in-cheek. Also, the reviewer was a person who admitted it would be funny to shoot a kitten in the face in real life, but didnít find it funny on the page (this tickled me so much I actually put it in the collated quotes about the book on my website). The scene in question wasnít meant to be funny, so I suspect that we have very different senses of humour. But hey, thatís ok. Iíve said before I didnít expect, or even want, everybody to like it. Apocalypse Cow is the book it had to be. Some will love it, some will decide it is better employed squashing flies or propping up wobbly table legs, both of which are perfectly valid uses for a book you have deemed to be execrable.

While sales have been remarkably strong for a debut novelist, prodded upwards by Terry Pratchettís promos on his Facebook and Twitter accounts, the most satisfying element so far has been that the majority of reviewers are seeing the book as I see it: a social and political satire through the medium of zombie cows. I can almost sense a market re-positioning going on as readers and reviewers realise this is first and foremost a black comedy, with the Sci-Fi and fantasy elements secondary. Quite a few reviewers have compared it to the works of Tom Sharpe, which I believe is a more appropriate section of the market for this book to compete in.

So, what now? After the initial surge that saw the book reach number 500 in the amazon.co.uk charts, sales are falling away. Iím no Hilary Mantel, whose highly anticipated follow-up to Wolf Hall, Bring up the Bodies, was released on the same day and shot to the top of the charts (although oddly I do have more reviews on Amazon than the great woman). For us mere mortals, fresh impetus must be applied to reinvigorate sales. The next spark should be a review in The Sunday Express this week, which Iíve been told is going to be positive. With luck, that will then prompt other national newspapers to pick up and review the book. That aside, I am relying on those who read and enjoyed it to tell their friends, and those who hated it to keep shtum.

Audiobook rights were sold on Friday, so Iím looking forward to hearing the unabridged reading of the work, although Iím not sure Iíll have the patience to sit all the way through it. I do know how it ends, after all. Transworldís rights team are working away trying to sell foreign rights, and for all those reviewers who said that it would make a good movie, discussions began late last year with one large company. The chances are it will come to nothing, but itís good to know that there is at least some interest, which should hopefully grow if the book does well.

In terms of my writing, the shackles are off. The tension of waiting for my first book to hit the shelves had a draining effect on my creativity, and progress on the next novel has been spotty, to say the least. Now I feel that I can put Apocalypse Cow behind me, at least until such times as I have to do more publicity, and concentrate on doing something more constructive than obsessively Googling for new reviews. Iíve set myself a deadline of September for finishing the work in progress, which is currently about halfway through the first draft. Iím hoping my children cooperate by sleeping 14 hours a day. Failing that, I may have to encourage them with healthy doses of Calpol. Donít tell child services.

Quite frankly, I have no idea what I will be talking about next time, as I am now entering completely unknown territory. But donít worry: Iíll just make some stuff up if the developments are too boring.


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Part 4- April 2012
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First, the excuses. I am typing the first line of this diary entry at 9.20pm on Saturday night, one day before deadline, and I have imbibed several glasses of stress-relieving wine after a hectic month during which I buzzed around town like the proverbial blue-arsed fly sorting out various disasters. So, since I am exhausted and a little tipsy, you may find my waffle more incoherent than usual.

If you are still reading after that marvellous sales pitch, I am going to write about possibly the most-positive aspect of being signed to a big publishing company: access to a publicity department so powerful that a prospective employee must crack a walnut with his or her bicep as part of the interview process (click here for a 100%-genuine picture of my publicist Lynsey Dalladay, who takes a lot of steroids to keep up with the industry standard). With just over three weeks until the book is on the shelves, Iím starting to understand just how important it is to have these bulging specimens of public relations on my side.

Aside from the standard publicity tools at the publisherís command, which Iíll get into shortly, I have the good fortune of having Terry Pratchettís name attached to my novel. Any time the book has been featured on his Facebook page, which has over 500,000 likes, I see a spike in pre-sales and many have commented, ďIf itís good enough for Sir Terry, itís good enough for meĒ. Sir Terry and his right-hand man Rob Wilkins have also been kind enough to plug the book on their Twitter account. They even posted a picture of Rob reading the book as he floated down a river in Borneo during a visit to raise awareness of the plight of the countryís orangutans. In fact, it has just occurred to me that maybe Iím getting this support from Sir Terry, who is a trustee of the Orangutan Foundation UK, because Iím also ginger and thus remind him of his favourite animal. Given the book has large decal on the front cover proclaiming it the winner of the Pratchett prize, as well as a foreword and great quote from Sir Terry on the back, I would expect this effect to continue in the book stores - essentially giving the book a head start before people even know if it is any good.

This effect was no doubt a large factor in the publisher agreeing to run the award in the first place, but the publicity department isnít relying on Sir Terryís sprawling influence alone. Two weeks ago, 50 uncorrected proofs (bound, typo-filled early versions of the novel) went out to magazines, national newspaper literary editors and bloggers. A bunch of these uncorrected proofs were also given to the editorial department, which sends them out to authors and celebrities to solicit the quotes you see on the backs of novels and booksellersí websites. Sales also receive some copies to share with bookstores, and the author gets a couple to show off to their family and friends. I should mention here that when I got my copies in the post, you would not have been able to wipe the grin off my face with an industrial sander.

The fact that these books are coming from a respected publisher increases the chances of reviews in the national press, although massive competition means they are far from guaranteed. The world of book bloggers appears slightly easier to penetrate, provided the publisher actually reads their review policies and sends appropriate material, although they too appear swamped by submissions. These reviewers have become increasingly important, as while they may not have the same reach as national newspapers and magazines, they have a loyal following of book fanatics, who in turn will spread the word. The target here is to build up a buzz through word-of-mouth, which, although often derided as being publishing code for Ďno publicity budgetí, is often what creates a black swan event.

So far, there has been one review of Apocalypse Cow, fortunately a very good one, from a book blogger and I know of at least several others who are reading it or are about to read it. I was actually surprised to get a review so quickly, as most reviewers have TBR piles so tall and precarious they are forced to tiptoe through their flats and offices for fear of creating a literary avalanche. This could be a sign that my bookís outlandish subject matter and striking cover will, as Lynsey believes, attract attention, or it could just be that this particular reviewer has a thing for zombie cows. If I donít get another review, weíll know it was the latter.

Apart from sending out copies for review, Lynsey has also set up an interview with SFX magazine, which will go out in the next edition. Giveaways are being arranged to drum up interest, interviews with local radio stations and newspapers are being pursued and of course social media is being employed to build up further chatter about the book.

My personal efforts to publicise the book were half-hearted, and largely fizzled out a while ago. This diary, I suppose, falls into the category of self-publicity, but even this was brokered by the lovely author Pam Howes, who could teach us all a thing or two about marketing. However, chance has also played a part in giving me an opportunity to plug the book myself. After a random conversation with somebodyís mum in Nairobi, I have been invited to appear as a guest at this yearís Storymoja Hay Festival. This will be good exposure and will also force me to find a way to appear intelligent and learned in public. I have no idea how Iím going to pull that one off.

All of the above is very positive, and is largely what most of us would expect from a publisher. What came as a bit of surprise to a rookie like me, and to a lot of my friends, was the list of things that wonít be happening, although after a bit of thought the omissions makes perfect sense.

One of the most-frequent questions asked of me is when the launch will be. There wonít be one - at least not an official event. I had assumed every book was given a launch party, where the wine flows freely and the authorís back is slapped red-raw. Perhaps that was the case back in the day, but in todayís financial climate, only high-profile books and authors can command such an event. I can understand this, as the launch isnít going to boost sales and appears to exist for the benefit of the authorís ego and to the detriment of the guests' livers. However, due to popular request, if you count seven people as Ďpopularí, I will be having my own casual launch party in Nairobi. It will be very low-rent: Iíll read a passage - if bullied into it - before hastily tossing books into friendsí hands, turning on the music and passing round bottles of Tusker lager.

Also, there wonít be any signing tours, or talks at libraries, or advice handed out to young writers at workshops and conventions (Storymoja apart, which came by chance). Why? Because nobody has a clue who I am. If a signing were to take place just after publication, I could imagine myself sitting in a quiet corner of a store, staring forlornly at pile of unsold books as Lynsey pleads with me to kick her ass a la the hapless Arty Fufkin from Spinal Tap. Lynsey likes her ass un-kicked, and is too savvy to put herself in this situation, hence no signings. She tells me that in most cases, the first novel is about building up a fan base and raising an authorís profile. Perhaps in a year or so, if the book does well, I will be more in demand. I would certainly hope any second novel would prompt such events.

Until then, I am relieved not to have carry out such duties. I have two young children, two jobs, a steady stream of visitors to Kenya who need shown around and the second novel, still only half-completed, to write. Iím already struggling to fit it all in, and I have no idea how I would cope with having to travel as well, although if it came to it Iím sure I would find a way to make it work.

So, thatís it. Next time I will finally be a published author, so my diary entry is likely to involve me squealing excitedly about this and sharing any further developments.


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Part 3- March 2012
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This month, I am drifting in the still waters between completion of my editing duties on Apocalypse Cow and publication, one beady eye fixed on the horizon for a sight of land. The problem is that the land I am searching for is teeming with the most terrifying of all beasts: the literary critic.

Before I get into the horrors that await me, here is brief update on what has happened since the last diary entry: absolutely nothing. The proofs have been back with Transworld for a few weeks, and presumably the novel will be heading to the printers shortly. While I am glad to be finished writing, re-reading and endlessly editing Apocalypse Cow, this is undoubtedly the toughest period so far. Publication is tantalisingly close, but time is crawling past due to my idleness on this particular project.

I would probably feel better if I werenít still in the dark about so many aspects of the publication process: for example, the status of foreign rightsí negotiations, the eBook release, even how many copies are being printed. I am thousands of miles away from London, and canít pop in for a chat or try to prise a boozy lunch out of the publisher. I suspect an agent, whose job it is to deal with all this nitty-gritty, would come in handy at this point. But I donít have one, which at least will have the benefit of making me 15% richer when royalties start coming in. Iím not too stressed about my ignorance, however. All will become clear with time, and I suspect pestering Transworld with my novice queries would fast become trying for them. So, instead I am working on the next novel and trying, with little success, not to spend too much time fretting over how Apocalypse Cow is going to be received.

The moment is fast approaching when reviewers will get their razor-sharp claws on the text (I understand critics are born with these talons, which they employ first to rip their way out of their mothersí wombs and then disembowel authors later in life). The cover and title have been well received so far - a positive development that has only served to make me more nervous. Expectations are rising based largely on the work of Transworldís excellent art department, and I only hope that readers find the story lives up to the packaging.

Bad reviews are inevitable. Critics have been with us ever since the first paintings went up on the cave wall, prompting Ug to stroke his straggly beard and deconstruct the weak characterization of the hunter. Even the best-received novels have their detractors, and I suspect my book is likely to split critics and the public. This is no bad thing, as I would rather my work provoked a love/hate dynamic than ambivalence, and such debates often actually boost sales as readers decide to get their hands on the book and make up their own minds.

As apprehensive as I am, I will read my reviews, good and bad alike. Many authors claim that they take little notice of the critics, but I donít believe them. It is human nature to want to know what others are saying about you and your work, just as it is human nature to pass comment. I donít see how it is possible to resist reading even the most negative of reviews. However, I hope I can take a leaf out of Ben Aaronovitchís book, and laugh it off instead of getting all snippy. His blog has an entry collating the best and worst things said about his first novel, Rivers of London. Some of them are pretty nasty, so he deserves respect for not just flagging up the flowery reviews.

But professional criticism, which at least usually involves a reasoned argument as to why a novel did not work for a particular reviewer, is only part of the picture. Back in the day, hacked-off readers had to rely on sending scathing letters. Now, the internet has given everyone a voice without the need to head down to the post office for a stamp, and many people have no compunction about putting the boot in with a resounding thud. There are so many ways for a new authorís fragile ego to be bruised: on Good Reads, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, newspaper websites and thousands of forums. This has created a culture of instant disparagement or acclaim, where a thought can become a public opinion with a few keystrokes.

Iíve already had a taste of this. Within a few hours of the Terry Pratchett prize being announced, somebody had already had a pop on The Guardian. One commenter accused me of not being very original for writing a novel about zombie cows, citing the existence of Black Sheep, a movie set on a New Zealand farm. For the record, Black Sheep, which I promptly Googled after reading the comment, is about Were-Sheep. Iím sure you understand my astonishment that two such vastly different genres were conflated. Apart from Black Sheep, which has been mentioned a few times, the spectre of Shaun of the Dead has been raised, presumably because it is a zombie comedy set in the UK. Funnily enough, Simon Pegg comparisons have dogged me for many years, mainly due to my ginger hair and faint whiff of nerdiness. Even Sir Terry made a few Simon Pegg comments at the award ceremony and informed me I had a ďSpaced haircutĒ.

While I can see why these comparisons are made, and are often an essential tool in marketing a creative project, I hesitate to use them myself since my novel shares only the most basic elements with these works. Ultimately, however, everybody is entitled to hold and express an opinion, and when we put our work out there we have to accept that people will have their say. The only issue is how we deal with it.

From my point of view, I am hopeful my years of indentured slavery in writersí groups will help head off any occurrences of hopeless weeping over the keyboard when unfavourable comments come in.  As mentioned in a previous entry, I have never been one of those writers who work in isolation, always seeking out the opinions of friends and other authors. I doubt I would have been published without doing so.

When I joined my first online writersí group in 1995, I must confess that I made the beginnerís mistake of searching for praise and validation rather than constructive criticism. Every back-slapping message gave me a warm glow. When another writer had the temerity to suggest my work was less than perfect, the toys were instantly out of the pram and I wrote indignant e-mails in response suggesting the critic just didnít understand my story. Fortunately, this immature attitude faded through repeated exposure to critiques, and by the time I joined The Fiction Workhouse, run by Vanessa Gebbie, I was ready to reap the full benefit of other writersí wisdom and experience. For those who donít know Vanessa, she is one of the finest British writers around at the moment, although she still does not have the profile her rich and emotional literary fiction deserves. Vanessa was runner-up in the prestigious Bridport Prize in 2007 and has won and been placed in many other competitions. Her first novel, The Cowardís Tale, was published by Bloomsbury last year, to critical acclaim.

Vanessa wielded an iron fist cunningly cloaked in a velvet glove. Under her leadership, this group improved my skills and, through all kinds of prompts and exercises, helped me develop more of a work ethic. Prior to joining Vanessaís tribe, my output down the years could be kindly described as sporadic. What I also learned was the importance of finding the right balance when reading critiques. Initially, I hurtled from brooking no criticism whatsoever to the polar opposite stance of making changes based on every single suggestion. This is the fast-track to losing your identity and focus as a writer. Now, as a member of YouWriteOn, in common with many of the writers who frequent this website, I am in the happy place where I consider the pros and cons of every suggestion and ignore those I donít think work for me.

On the off-chance I become a successful author, I intend to continue this process of seeking out the valuable opinions of writers, readers and critics, even if they do a Dorothy Parker on me and say, ďThis is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." (For more Parker witticisms and some classic scathing reviews, click here.) Without such painful feedback it is too easy to disappear up oneís own rear end, which may have the advantage of being warm, but doesnít offer much in the way of illumination.

Next month, with only a few weeks to go until publication, I will be talking about how Transworld is planning to publicize the book, and my own attempts to plug the book with seeming like a self-obsessed bore.


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Part 2- February 2012

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The first thing I learned about the publishing industry in the months after winning the Terry Pratchett First Novel Award was that it bore a remarkable resemblance to my early love-life. There were long periods of inactivity, during which I found myself desperately hoping for some action, and then there were intense bursts of activity, usually accompanied by advice on how to improve my performance.

I was aware of the long lead-time between acceptance and publication, but living through it has been difficult - particularly given the excitement I felt at the prospect of being a published author and the constant puzzled queries from friends as to why they couldnít buy my book yet. Iím convinced some of them believe I made the whole thing up.

I must also admit to unrealistic expectations about the public interest my book would generate. As soon as the award was in the bag, I thought my Twitter account would be swamped by people keen to find out everything about this enigmatic new author, who was blazing new ground with his soul-searching, poignant look at zombie cows. To date, this has yet to happen, and if you listen carefully when my Facebook author page is open, you can hear the virtual wind blowing tumbleweed across it.

This, of course, is the natural order of things. A new author is generally anonymous until the critics and public get a hold of the book and judge for themselves whether itís worth getting worked up about. Equally, until you prove yourself to a publishing company, you are very much plankton. Accepting this doesnít ease the frustration and impatience I feel as the early May publication creeps closer.

That isnít to say there hasnít been excitement along the learning curve.

My first duty as a new author was to send in a photograph that would be used on the cover. Weíve all seen countless author pictures, from the ďchin-stroking-in-front-of-a-bookcaseĒ shot to the ďIím-a-wacky-comedy-author-and-therefore-pull-funny-facesĒ pose. I had a go at pretty much every variation, much to the vexation of my friend Ian Vale, who had kindly agreed to take the picture in return for alcoholic beverages. He took over 200 shots before we managed to get one in which I did not look like a pompous buffoon, an airhead or somebody who thinks heís far funnier than he actually is. What this ratio says about my face, Iíll leave for you to decide.

Selecting the right picture is an onerous process for one simple reason: when you become an author, you essentially become a brand. You wouldnít see Julian Barnes mugging it up for the camera, as he needs to present himself as the Booker Prize-winner he is. I ended up with the ďgazing-into-the-distance-thoughtfully-pretending-you-arenít-aware-of-the-cameraĒ shot, which I must admit was just a way of hedging my bets. If I decide to write a serious book in the future, I wonít be saddled with a picture of me pretending to be attacked by a zombie cow while pulling a face of mock fear.

While this was all rather fun, the most exciting moment came when I saw the cover for the first time, five months after signing the deal. I had been feeling nervous about the cover, since it was something I had no control over - unlike the blurb and biography. I had good reason for feeling this way, given that I had read an article about Polly Courtney, who picked up a three-book deal with HarperCollins after self-publishing two books. At the launch of the last book in her deal, she announced she would return to self-publishing. The covers the publisher foisted upon her played a large part in this decision. She felt they were misrepresenting her work as chick lit, and as we all know most people do indeed judge a book by its cover.

This loss of control, along with the standard royalty rates and rights, is something any new author signing a deal with a major publisher must take on the chin. Only top authors, the ones a publishing executive has nightmares about losing, could throw an effective strop if they were unhappy over the cover art. The rest of us just have to hope for the best. I was fortunate in that the cover, when I got it, represented my book exactly. I believe that only holding a copy in my hands for the first time will surpass that Ďwowí factor of seeing a physical representation of how the book is going to look.

After the cover came the editing process. Once again, I must admit to some trepidation. Iíd never worked with editing professionals before, and I had visions of receiving a manuscript with so much red ink scrawled on it I could barely read the original text. Again, I was pleasantly surprised. The initial phase involves the first editor coming back with suggestions. This editor focuses on the broad strokes such as the plot and character development. My editor made it very clear that this was my book and I could elect not to make the changes, which was a relief given I was expecting the equivalent of literary handcuffs. I accommodated all the publisherís suggestions for the simple fact they hit the mark.

Next up came the copy editing phase, which looks specifically at typos, in-house style, discontinuities and all the other nuts-and-bolts. Now, I am a compulsive editor. I had been through this book at least 20 times, fiddling, tinkering and proof-reading. Yet still the editor found a startling array of typos and issues caused by edits such as name changes, moving scenes around, etc.

Typos are determined, slippery little gremlins, and I am sure there will still be a few in the first edition, but what astonished me was that it took until the proofs, the final stage before the book hits the printers, for me to realise how ridiculously over-the-top I had gone with said-bookisms. My characters were muttering, bawling, shouting, yelling, murmuring and muttering their way through the story. By the time I got to page 200, I felt like I was immersed in a Mexican soap opera.

For me, this really emphasises the importance to authors of getting as many people to look at their book as possible. I had a dozen friends look at my novel - writers and readers alike - before it got to the publisher, and after every phase there were still things that needed changing. When it is your work, it is so easy on the tenth edit and fifteenth read-through to barely read the sentences and miss these things. In particular, I would advise indie authors, who do not have the professional back-up layers to help them out, to hire a top-notch editor and/or proof reader to go through their work.

Unrelated to all this back-and-forth with the publisher, I also found it remarkable to discover the lingering belief that authors are essentially set for life. Once my friends found out I was to be published, everybody started banging on about the mountain of cash that would engulf me, and several started making plans to take it off me at poker. I have to keep explaining that the vast majority of authors make a living wage, and I certainly havenít been able to stop working. Even if my book sells well, I wonít start seeing any income until the end of the year - provided I have earned out my advance. Hardcovers are seen as a way of getting a new authorís work out there rather than a money-making exercise, and publishers donít expect any significant sales from a first author until the release of the mass-market paperback down the line.

And this, I guess, is my key point. I assumed my life would change dramatically when I won the award. It hasnít. The E-book is changing how quickly an author can achieve strong sales, but, for the moment, I am still juggling journalism with work on the next novel, which unfortunately means I have to accept there will be times when I have to ignore the urge to write fiction and knuckle down to a dayís work. I hope this will change one day, but until then I am in the same position as every other aspiring and fledgling writer out there.

Next month, I will talk about the dreaded reviews and how peer feedback can prepare you for such public maulings, as well as anything else that crops up in my crowded mind over the next four weeks.


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Part 1- January 2012


Does any writer who enters a competition expect to win? I know I had no such expectation when I entered the Terry Pratchett First Novel Award, particularly given the oddball nature of my novel. Zombies may be back in fashion, but a book about a smelly abattoir worker, inept journalist and persecuted teenage vegan trying to unveil a government conspiracy as sex-crazed zombie animals run amok in the UK didnít tick any obvious boxes for publication.

This book was born in 2006, when I was living in Budapest and working two jobs as a journalist - for a local newspaper and the German Press Agency - while trying to write literary fiction. Iíd done quite well with short fiction, placing stories in magazines and winning Fish Publishingís 2008 One-Page Fiction Prize. Yet when it came to novel-length fiction, I found I did not have the headspace to work on a novel that would define the human condition, garner critical acclaim and leave the worldís finest literary authors grinding their teeth in jealousy (at least, thatís my excuse).

I decided to choose a project that would be out-and-out fun, something I could come home to after a long day of writing news and enjoy rather than agonise over. I have been a huge zombie movie fan ever since I saw the undead hordes meandering through a mall to catchy muzak in Romeroís Dawn of the Dead, so I decided a zombie novel would fit my needs. But I didnít want to write anything predictable.

At a 2006 meeting of my writersí group - the kind of group that spends far more time drinking copious amounts of wine and talking nonsense than producing anything - we agreed that a book about zombie animals would be just the ticket. Nobody expected me to actually go off and write the thing. It took me three years, on-and-off due to our move to Kenya and an even more hectic job covering half of Africa for the same news agency, to finish the novel.

So, there I was with a completed novel that I had enjoyed writing immensely, but appeared to have limited commercial appeal. Although I didnít hold out much hope, I thought I may as well send it to agents.

Here is how I imagine how the conversation in the offices of a typical agent who received my email may have gone:

ďWe have a new submission.Ē
ďGreat! Is it about a moody cop struggling with his inner demons while chasing a deranged killer?Ē
ďNo.Ē
ďIs it the first in a series featuring wizards and supernatural shenanigans, set in a modern urban environment where the average citizen is completely unaware of the magic afoot?Ē
ďNot exactly.Ē
ďIs it a family saga dwelling on middle-class angst that will be a shoo-in for the Booker?Ē
ďCouldnít be further from that.Ē
ďThe fictionalised life story of a historical figure?Ē
ďNope.Ē
ďA celebrity biography? Historical fiction? Romance? Chicklit? Swords and Sorcery?Ē
ďDefinitely not.Ē
ďFine, I give up.Ē
ďItís a comedy about zombie animals taking over the UK.Ē
ďNext!Ē

This is probably overstating the amount of time the agents spent on my proposal. I suspect what really happened was that somebody opened my email, had a quick look at the title and the one-line description, and hit Ďsendí on the form rejection. One agent even managed to get back to me with a Ďno thanksí in less than two hours.

A large part of the blame for this probably lay with me. I was struggling to pitch the novel because I didnít know into which genre it fit - a problem many budding novelists encounter. We are all advised to try and fit our books into defined genres to ease our route into the publishing world. This is often easier said than done.

I tried various different approaches, none of which got me any further. In desperation, I even wrote to Christopher Moore, the bestselling author of Lamb, Fluke and A Dirty Job, who gave me this tip:
ďFind out what's hot and call it that. ĎIt's Harry Bloody Potter with Zombies and Loads of Bonking!" You know, something along those lines.Ē

While sound advice, the right angle still eluded me. After 14 rejections from agents and one from a publisher (if being completely ignored can count as such), I gave up. Of course, this is completely the wrong thing to do, as many published authors with rejection lists twice that length have testified, but I was convinced the novel would never see the light of day.

Then I saw the call for entries to Terry Pratchettís first novel competition, which offered a prize of a £20,000 advance on a publishing deal with Transworld for the winner.

I almost didnít enter. I had completely lost faith in the book, and saw little point in getting my hopes up. However, my wife dealt me a firm slap around the earhole and told me to get it in. I sent the book off four months before the deadline expired and promptly forgot all about it.

The shortlist was to be announced on March 31, 2011, and I imagine most authors who had gone to the trouble of entering were obsessively refreshing Sir Terryís website to see if they had made it. I, on the other hand, was sitting in my office at 18.30, wrapping up work for the day as the sun went down over Nairobi. Then I got an email entitled ďTerry Pratchett First Novel Prize.Ē

My first thought, after I remembered Iíd entered the competition, was that it was a bulk mail to all entrants, with a note sending commiserations to those who didnít make the shortlist. Thirty seconds later, after I had read the contents, my wife popped her head in to see if the high-pitched squeal emanating from the office meant I had managed to kick myself in the balls while crossing my legs (yes, I had done that before).

The email informed me that Apocalypse Cow had been shortlisted with five other books from an entry field of over 500. It took me several email exchanges with Transworld to realise it wasnít a joke, and another week to accept they hadnít listed my book by mistake.

For the first time, I really began to fret. Prior to the shortlist, I had written the book off. This time, I had to accept I had a chance, which made the next two months pure torture.

The day of the award on May 31 was very long, stretched out by a sleepless night. After hanging around London, eating fish and chips in Hoxton and practising my author face in case I won, my wife and I turned up early to the party at Waterstones Piccadilly. I sat with Dave Beynon, whose novel The Platinum Ticket was also shortlisted, and together we analysed every eyebrow twitch and glance in our direction from the Transworld people while we waited for the panel of judges, still locked in discussion, to make up their minds.

As most people here are writers who have fought hard to make it, I donít think I need to explain exactly how I felt while waiting for the judges to decide. You could easily put yourself in that position. I was on the verge of achieving what I had dreamed of my whole life, but it could just as easily have been taken away from me.

Five large glasses of wine later, the big moment came. There were to be two winners, as the judges could not pick an outright victor. David Logan, with his novel Half Sick of Shadows, was announced as the first winner. When Sir Terry said the second novel had won ďdespite the awful punĒ, I knew it was me. I canít remember too much about what came next. I know I made a short speech, posed for some pictures, and had a brief chat with Sir Terry. I also ducked outside every fifteen minutes for a calming cigarette, tempted to jam the burning ember against a hand to prove this was all real.

Eight months later, Iím still tempted to do the same thing, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Still I ask myself if the book is any good, even though more than 500 people read the novel and liked it before it reached the shortlist, and then a panel of judges, including senior figures from Transworld, chose it for publication.

What strikes me is how this self-doubt almost robbed me of the biggest break of my writing career. This, for me, is the key lesson to be learned from my experience. We all doubt ourselves. We all worry our work isnít good enough. We all fear rejection. But the pain of rejection is a small price to pay for the unbridled joy of having your dream come true. And while doubt serves the purpose of driving us on to improve our work, it should never be allowed to become so crippling that is stops us from getting our work out there.

And so, with that in mind, I would encourage everybody working in fantasy to enter the Terry Pratchett First Novel Award, which is running for the second time this year (full details here).

I firmly believe that were it not for this competition, my novel would remain unpublished, and perhaps I would have given up on writing altogether. If you are having problems pitching your novel to agents, this is your chance. Your book will be read, even if you canít write a decent synopsis or pithy one-liner summing up the entire work.

The one piece of advice I would offer to entrants is that you should not try to be Sir Terry. The publishers are not looking for the next Terry Pratchett, who is irreplaceable. Write the story that speaks to you, even if it is about zombie cows, and send that book in. You never know.

Next month, Iíll cover the many things this novice learned in the months that followed, such as how difficult it is to create an author picture that doesnít involve cheesy poses in front of bookcases, managing expectations, and working with a team of professionals to produce a final product.


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Diary Of A Terry Pratchett First Novel Award Winner
 
Michael Logan - Author Of Apocalypse Cow


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Latest News - April 2014


A Tale of Two Editors

A quick heads-up before we begin: this blog is going to be short, not terribly informative and not at all funny. This is largely because I am starting to write half an hour before it is due, thanks to two-week bonanza of feverish kids and snotty noses, crazy work deadlines, intercontinental travel and the worst case of man flu ever recorded, the evil vapours of which still fog my brain. So, to save you a great deal of time, here is the news: my US publisher bought world rights to Cruel Britannia, the follow-up to Apocalypse Cow. You can stop reading now, as the rest is just blah.

Should you still be reading, you may recall I was very downbeat in my last post and did not expect this outcome. I had spent a long time assuming my career was over, that I would forever be a one-book wonder. As such, the primary emotion I felt upon receiving the offer was one of relief, not joy. However, now that Iíve had time to reflect, this feels like a bigger achievement than the first book. Apocalypse Cow won an award, with publication the prize. Essentially, they had to pick a winner, so that meant my book only had to be better than the other entrants. This time around, there didnít have to be a winner. Either it was good enough, or it wasnít (not counting the business aspects, which we will go into later).

Of course, being me there had to be a complication, and this is the interesting part for those who want to know more about the industry and practices in different publishing houses.

When Apocalypse Cow was picked up initially, it was by my UK publisher, who ran the award. They then sold the rights to my US publisher. So, when this book was ready I was duty bound to offer it to my UK publisher, which I did in early November last year. My editor promised me an answer by before Christmas, but this didnít materialize. I then persuaded him to let me send it to the US publisher while the UK company was still deciding, on the understanding that if the US publisher wanted to buy it, they could do so from the UK publisher, should the UK publisher wish to buy world rights.

A little confusing, but it let me move forward quicker. Within three days of acknowledging receipt of the book, my US publisher said they wished to make an offer for North American rights. No fuss, no heaps of praise: just a very professional and quick acceptance.

At this point, my UK editor said he loved the book and would make a pitch to buy it. A week later, he came back very apologetic, saying the acquisitions committee just felt it wouldnít be a commercial success in the current UK market. My US publisher then stepped in and made an offer on world rights, and we closed the deal.

So, what conclusions can we draw from this? Many, I suppose, but I would hazard the following:

Itís getting harder for new authors to carve out a career. My UK editor seemed genuinely depressed that he couldnít offer, saying that is was becoming very difficult to break out talented new authors. He has been in the game for a long time, and he gave the impression that twenty years ago, a second book would have been a no-brainer: after all, Apocalypse Cow got great reviews, was blurbed by Terry Pratchett and Christopher Moore and so on. However, in the new climate the acquisitions committee looked at the chances of immediate profit, and Apocalypse Cow just didnít sell enough for their tastes. So it was cheerio.

Some publishers are still prepared to invest. Fortunately, not all of the big housesí imprints are the same. My US sales record was not amazing either, but my editor still bought the book. I am assuming this was because he sees future potential, again based on all of the good reviews and whatnot. They also seem to have different models. My UK publisher was all about the mainstream commercial hits, while the US publisher seems to publish a more diverse list and is less dependent on best-sellers.

Editorial autonomy improves your chances. I suspect it was easy for my US editor to buy the book because he has some autonomy. He clearly didnít have time to go to an acquisitions committee, so it would seem he has a budget with which to acquire books, and so can make reasonable offers on his own say-so. My UK editor, on the other hand, was handcuffed by the committee. He canít buy a single thing without running it past them. As far as I can tell, this is the more common model.

Iím not sorry to no longer be with my UK publisher. It was clear from the beginning that there was far more attempts to market from the US side, and I just donít think my writing belongs with a mainstream imprint such as the UK publisher. So, all in all I think it has worked out well for me.

There are still no guarantees about the future, and my next quandary is looming. I have a third novel ready, but it is too soon to send it to the US publisher. I would actually like to self-publish it this year. Cruel Britannia wonít be out for at least a year and so this third book, which I am keen to get out there, would not be coming out for three years (if accepted). Plus I like the idea of being able to apply the word Ďhybridí to myself. It makes it seems as if I have some kind of crazy body modifications, like eyebrows that unfurl into antennae or a chainsaw arm. That, however, opens up another can of worms in terms of contractual issues, so Iíll hold my horses for a few months.

So, thatís it. Sorry for being long after all, and for any typos you may have come across. My last Lemsip is wearing off and I am feeling a bit dopey again.


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Update July 2014

The Case for Going Hybrid

Iíve fancied the idea of being a hybrid ever since I heard of the band Half Man Half Biscuit in the eighties. While Iím not sure about being 50% Hob Nob, which I suppose would at least bring the benefit of never going hungry if lost in the desert, I would like some other kind of animal appendage. Perhaps a scaly tail so I can scratch the small of my back or the scalp of a gorilla so I need never worry about my accelerating male pattern baldness again. Alas, the parlous state of current genetic and grafting science makes this dream impossible, so Iíve had to settle for the next best thing: becoming a hybrid author.

Regular readers of this diary may recall that I wrote a novel my UK publisher didnít want because they felt it was too different from Apocalypse Cow to serve in building my author brand and didnít slot neatly into any one genre. Earlier this year, I signed a deal with my US publisher, St. Martins Press, for a follow-up to Apocalypse Cow (formerly known as Cruel Britannia, now to be published as Apocalypse Cow: World War Moo). This further complicated any efforts to get this second novel, Wannabes, published. My editor at St. Martinís felt it was too early to look at another book, as World War Moo wonít be out until June 2015. My contract meant I couldnít take it elsewhere, which I didnít want to do anyway, as Iím very happy with St. Martinís - that rarity of a big publisher still prepared to support and nurture authors who donít hit the top of the sales chart instantly. This meant I was left with a book that I believe is my strongest work yet, and no way to get it to market through traditional means for another two to three years.

A patient author may have decided to sit on the novel and work the channels to get it out there. A brave author may have decided to self-publish forthwith. An agented author would have received advice and support to do one or the other. Being none of the above, I sat on the book for six months, humming and hawing over what to do with it. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I realized I would be foolish not to take advantage of the new channels available to authors. So, I decided to self-publish.

First and foremost, I am doing this because I am proud of Wannabes. I just want it to be read, even if only by a few hundred. However, I have also come to the conclusion that going hybrid is the way forward for many new authors who are working to build a profile and fan base. The print market is contracting, advances are going down and, as my UK editor put it when he couldnít get World War Moo through the acquisitions committee for reasons of likely unprofitability: ďThis is yet another indication of how challenging it is to break out talented new writers.Ē

So, I think authors have to do everything they can to break themselves out, and that means getting more work in front readers any way they can - which, if done right, can also work to the advantage of publishers.

Many still look down on self-publishing as the preserve of the failed author, somebody who lacks the talent and application to make it through traditional routes. This is true up to a point. There is a lot of self-indulgent dross being spewed out, which unfortunately buries the good work that is also being released. There is neither quality control nor any trustworthy mechanism to find the hidden gems, and so the good indie authors suffer as a result. However, hybrid authors have significant advantages that I believe mean it makes sense to selectively self-publish works.

Credibility

Since I already have a book traditionally published, and another on the way next year, I have a level of credibility rightly or wrongly denied the indie author. The same thing applies to any traditionally published author wanting to go it alone with a project. Nobody can turn around and say that a hybrid author is only self-publishing because they arenít good enough to make it through the usual routes, because the evidence to the contrary is on bookshelves across the globe.

Contacts

Credibility is all well and good, but there is still the challenge of getting the book noticed. Mainstream publications are out in terms of getting reviews, and most book bloggers do not accept self-published work. Again, though, the hybrid author can use his or her reputation to bypass these obstacles. Because Apocalypse Cow received a healthy chunk of positive reviews, I had an Ďiní with review sites. I approached bloggers who loved the first book, and managed to secure six who are prepared to review the book and/or interview me (the
first review is in, and fortunately it shows I am not delusional for being proud of this book). Plus, I am able to use this diary to plug my new novel under the pretext of giving advice (on that note, please see the competition for a free book doctor session at the end of this post).

Existing fan base

While Iím not exactly Johnny Big Time, I have something of a following, most of whom are evangelistic when it comes to my work. Reviews are nice, but word-of-mouth is far more important, and hybrid authors can mobilize their fans to spread the word. If the book is good enough, even a few dozen readers can be sufficient to start the chain reaction that leads to it shifting in decent quantities. This, of course, means using all the communications systems you should have set up already: Facebook page, website, Twitter profile, newsletter, Goodreads author account and so on. In my case, Apocalypse Cow has sold about 18,000 copies in all formats. Around two-thirds of these people really liked or loved the book (extrapolating from Goodreads and Amazon), which creates an existing potential audience of around 12,000. Of course, I wonít be able to reach all of these people, but if I manage to get the word out to even ten per cent of them it gives the book a head start.

Mutual benefits

I believe many within the publishing industry recognize that the times are changing, and there is growing support for the hybrid model. After hearing a horror story about Kiana Davenport, whose
publisher dropped her for self-publishing, I made sure to square my plans with St. Martinís. My editor was very supportive and told me to go ahead as long as I didnít release it too close to World War Moo. Wannabes is only out as an ebook due to my contract for World War Moo not allowing another physical book to be produced until the end of 2015, but the potential benefits for the publisher are plain to see. If the book sells well, that could mean more readers for other work, past and future, and more sales for publishers with no effort or financial exposure on their part. In this vein, we are going to run a promotion: anybody who buys Apocalypse Cow during August gets a free copy of Wannabes. Yes, I wonít make any direct cash out of Wannabes through this, but it buys me the goodwill of the publisher, who sees I am prepared to work to build my profile, and through the power of a big publisherís social media channels give me the opportunity to build awareness of the new book.

Growing ebook market

We all know that print sales are down, independent bookstores are struggling (if not closing down), and everybody seem rather depressed about the future. However, ebooks are undoubtedly a growth market, as
this article from February shows:

ďEbooks made up 17% of sales at News Corpís Harper Collins unit over the holidays, up from 14% last year and nothing five years ago. Ebooks hit 33% of sales at Lagardereís Hachette Book Group and 23% at CBSís Simon and Schuster.Ē

The article points out that ebook sales in the US (with figures provided by the Association of American Publishers), rose from $68 million in 2008 to $3 billion last year. These numbers donít even include self-published works. If you look at
this article in The Guardian, the self-published share of the UK market grew 79% in 2013, with 18 million books sold. This represents only 5% of the total books sold in the UK, but pretty much every industry analyst predicts this share will grow rapidly.

Like it or not, ebooks are going to become a much larger part of our lives. The benefit for the hybrid author here comes in terms of pricing. A common beef about ebooks released by big publishers is that they are too expensive. When Apocalypse Cow came out as a hardcover, the ebook was priced at £6.99. I knew that nobody was going to buy a book by a new, unknown author at that price. The price only dropped when the paperback came out a year later - which is strange, since the ebook is the same product as it ever was and I donít believe hardcovers and ebooks are competing products. Even then the ebook was over five pounds at first. When you publish your own ebook, you can set the price in the range where readers will be more prepared to take a punt on somebody they donít know.

Full impact from reviews

The above also helps resolve a major flaw in the prevalent publishing model of releasing a hardcover to garner reviews, and then putting out the paperback a year later. I found that I got tonnes of good reviews and attention for Apocalypse Cow, but little sales because the hardcover and ebook were priced high. When the paperback came out a year later, no effort was made to let people know they could finally buy this great book they had heard about at a reasonable cost. By this time, the impact of the reviews had long disappeared. Iím not alone in disliking this model: I know several authors who had spanking reviews in all the right places on hardcover release, but saw their paperbacks sink without trace. Hardcovers are for collectors and diehard fans of established authors who canít wait, and should be used more selectively. Anyway, when a hybrid author puts out an ebook and gets those great reviews, readers can buy it straight away, creating the momentum needed to put the book on the map.

Beyond these benefits for hybrid authors, there are of course the other positives of self-publishing open to hybrid and pureblood indies alike. I love that, once I made up my mind, I got my book to market quickly instead of waiting for over a year for anything to happen. I love that I have complete creative control over the project and need not concern myself with the limitations of genre or marketability. And I love that I was able to work with my talented artist wife to produce a cover rather than having one handed to me by my publisher.

Itís too early to tell if my experiment will serve as an example to others as the right approach or prove to be folly. All I know is that I have not regretted publishing Wannabes for an instant. It has been a learning experience, a lot of fun, and has helped fill the long gap between the releases of the Cow novels. All I can say is this: if you are an author wondering whether to take the plunge, then come on in, the waterís lovely.

Competition

I am offering a free book doctor session to readers of this diary. The winner of this competition will receive a critique of the first three chapters of his or her novel, or short story up to 8,000 words. Be warned, however, that I am brutally honest. I believe in strong feedback (always constructive) rather than pats on the back. Most writers I have worked with take this well; a few have been reduced to blubbering wrecks before recovering and going on to create stronger work.

To win, all you have to do is read a sample of Wannabes on
Amazon, Smashwords, iBooks or Barnes and Noble and answer the following question: ĎWhere do Jackie Thunder and his mum live?í

Send your answer in to
entry@multi-story.co.uk and the lovely peeps will pick a random winner by the end of August.


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