It’s July. The sun’s out (except for viewers in Scotland, I suspect). And your to-read pile is in need of a boost for the holidays. Well, read on, friend, for I’ve got just the thing for you…
I’ll be honest: Blogmas is draining my energy a bit this week. But on the plus side, all of Christmas is organised. Literally all of it. And to celebrate, I’m taking the evening off to watch the start of the festive Eurovision qualifier season, as Albania kick off their selection and I flood your timelines with hot takes.
Meanwhile, I thought I’d remind you that if you’re struggling for present ideas, why not buy a copy of my book for a friend or treat yourself? You can get it in many ways:
- Amazon as a Kindle ebook or paperback
- Smashwords as an EPUB (and a variety of other non-Kindle formats)
- Barnes & Noble as paperback
- Apple iBooks, though I can’t find a link to it without downloading iTunes and I’d rather saw my own face off
- You can also borrow it on OverDrive, an ebook lending service (not available in the UK yet, sadly – I’ll be poking libraries in the new year though!)
- And finally, you can wander into Blackwell’s South Bridge in Edinburgh, where I’m stocked in the Scottish Writers section. Hurray!
Thank you, lovelies! My writing gin fund will be grateful! And with that, it’s mulled wine and Eurovision time…
I’ve actually done all my Christmas present shopping, so feeling quite smug as I type this. Today’s Blogmas is not only full of GIFs, it’s brought to you by an unexpected charity shop find, which you’ll see under the cut. (Hint: it has hooves.)
You’d think I’d have slowed down after the chaos of August, but the shameless publicity machine never sleeps. Well, except for when I’m juggling two novel edits, three NaNoWriMo ideas and three short stories. Maybe one day I’ll take time off. Anyway, today I have news about real actual books that you can buy, and some free fiction you can read right now…
Got 99p burning a hole in your pocket? Then it’s your lucky week, because the Kindle edition of Hooves Above The Waves has 50% off, from today right through to the 8th October! Hurrah! Why not buy a copy in time for Halloween, and help me with my NaNoWriMo gin fund?
And if that’s not enough, the paperback edition will be out on Friday 7th October, so you can buy actual physical copies. Why not get some as Christmas presents, or perhaps just use them to defend yourself against the hordes of hungry water horses galloping through your garden right now? Oh, yeah, sorry about that. And now back to editing, where so far I’ve lopped off two chapters, changed one character altogether and injected 50% more dark backstory. See, I really do need that gin fund. DIG DEEP, LOVELIES.
It’s been exactly a month since my Story Shop appearance. Cor, time’s flown! Now that the tents are packed up and Edinburgh’s gone back to some kind of normality, I’ve been looking back at the madness that was August, and here’s my vaguely coherent thoughts on it all…
It’s been exactly a week since I read my little story of kelpies and gruff old men at the Edinburgh International Book Festival. So I felt this would be a good time to put out a few stories for your reading pleasure, and after Wednesday’s announcement… they’re here!
Hooves Above The Waves is available on Amazon and will shortly be available as a physical book from CreateSpace (after a surprisingly large number of you asked nicely for a real proper booky thing). It’ll be coming to other ebook providers from 1st December, just in time for Christmas. Why not buy some dark tales of murderous beasties for your loved ones? An ideal gift, in my not-so-humble opinion, and a little sample of the sort of thing I love to write.
Thanks to everyone who’s been plugging it already, especially my lovely employers who’ve made a pleasing wee dent in my sales graph wotsit. If you like what you read, let me know! And watch this space for more short fiction, and whatever may come of trying to get my novels into the world. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have fictional creatures to herd. Sleep is for October. *fires up Scrivener, cracks knuckles*