No. 1 daughter tells me that I have to blog every day, but time has got away from me totally this month, due to visit of No. 2 daughter, which has been great. We've beached, eaten, walked, cycled, eaten, eaten, eaten. Diet starts Monday.
Time for a whinge: I've been a fairly successful children's author for many years now ~ some 24 on the shelves, with four or five more finished and ready for publication. However ~ because my publisher is Welsh, and small, although enthusiastic and growing, their publicity budget is small, so my sales are, quite frankly, fairly crap. And the other thing is, I seem to be sitting in this little pigeonhole marked "Children's author: do not release into adult fiction". Well, fine, except that I've written this great, big, historical novel that earned me a PhD and I can't get anyone to read it. Actually, I tell a lie. One publisher did, loved it, wanted to publish it, but moved so slowly that there was a change of editor ~ who didn't like big historical novels, so four years on I got it back and was sitting on square one again. Agent: read it, loved it, but passed it to her colleague to read, who also loved it but wanted me to rewrite it, take out most of the historical detail (!) and Welsh stuff and put in more sex. "No market for historical novels"; "why should we want another historical novelist when we've got Philippa Gregory etc etc." I tell you, it's soul detroying. But I'm not giving up, so there!
Watch this space...
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