Monday, 16 November 2009
Douglas Jackson - History in the Making
Sunday, 15 November 2009
What Not to Tweet
An article by Dan Holloway
Becoming a self-publishing pariah, virtual or otherwise, is very simple if you remember the prime directive, and let everything you do flow from it. Self-publishing is about writing a book and selling as many copies of it as you can. The poor deluded fools who tell you it’s about engaging with your readers, about a long-term strategy, about building a base of loyal fans over several years, and selling progressively more copies of each of several books, are just that. Poor deluded fools. It’s about this book. The one on your hard drive. The “book you had in you”. And flogging it. To as many people as you can persuade to part with their cash. After all, tomorrow takes care of itself. Right?
Social Media and the self-publisher
We’re in the heart of a technological revolution. We have more gadgets and widgets at our disposal for Flogging Our Book (fobing) than ever before. The key to becoming a virtual pariah is to use them all. As much as possible. After all, you want to fob as many people as possible, so you’d better use as many tools as possible, and spend as much time as possible doing so, because that way you will have the widest audience possible and the most people possible will buy your book ...
Full article in the first issue of Words with JAM!
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Flash Fiction Competition
Christmas blessings, Christmas nightmares or just Christmas Grumbles, the theme is wide open, but you must set your story against a Yule tide backdrop.
Tinsel Tales is open to ALL WRITERS irrespective of where they live!
You can register on the website now and then submit your entry before the closing date, 31st December.
Thursday, 12 November 2009
A Father Worries
Joseph swept the floor. It didn’t need to be swept but he was trying to delay going home. The workshop was as clean as it could be. The table and chairs for Julius sat by the door ready for delivery the following morning, and they had turned out very well, even if he did think so himself. Things had been good lately, in general. He had just finished a big fencing job that had paid a tidy sum and once the Roman had paid the balance on the furniture he would be set up for the next six months or so.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
FREE Christmas Prize Draw - 10 days left!
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ublications' first venture into the world of literature, was to produce a collection of work, compiled from writers all over the world, to be given to their loved ones this Christmas. Whatever that indefinable something is that makes Christmas special, you’ll find within Bits, Bobs and Baubles. From an unforgettable chilli experience to recipes of times gone by, from grannies getting revenge to heart-warming traditional tales, from daft odes to moving poems, from grown-up stories to those created especially for children, there is something for every member of the family.Words with JAM are pleased to announce they've got their hands on a copy of the book (which is pretty good going, considering only 125 copies are being produced).
To celebrate the first issue being out for December, we are going to get the compiler to autograph, gift wrap, and stick a bow on it, and post it out to one lucky subscriber in time for Christmas. The winner will be announced in the first issue, and contacted by email for their postal address.
To be eligible, you simply need to subscribe to Words with JAM.
Closing date: Saturday 21st November.
Monday, 9 November 2009
Feeble Excuses, Procrastination and Displacement Activities
(Things I do when I should be writing.)
An article by Perry Iles
This autumn I will be mostly thinking about Cheryl Cole. Not with any sense of prurience – a man has to know his limitations, as Clint Eastwood once said, and I’m reliably informed that I’m hung like a hummingbird and have the sexual imagination of a fencepost, without any trace of its attendant rigidity. But dear little Cheryl has achieved a kind of asexual, robotic perfection, which was aptly, if unconsciously, parodied on last week’s X-Factor when she did that military dance routine as she mimed to her appalling new song. What I mean is, is she actually human any more? Time was, long ago, when the combination of attractive womanhood and a Geordie accent used to flick my lust-nipple for some totally inexplicable reason, but it now no longer does, and it’s all her fault. Soon you’ll be able to buy your own Cheryl Cole on the internet, and she’ll be everywhere, and familiarity will breed contempt so you’ll need a puncture repair kit so you can make her better every time you batter her senseless for not getting your dinner on the table by five o’clock.
The X-Factor, which I’m watching every week instead of writing ...