Books and Stories by Voinks the author
No short story this week as I've had my organisational hat on. A while ago a book blogger asked if I would like to do an interview and you can read it here: Love of Fiction interview link You might believe an independent author only writes books - not true! 😀 They also have to be …
Continue reading The death of Procrastination
Being an author can sometimes be a lonely existence. When it’s just you, a laptop and your characters the doubts set in and you wonder if it’s all worthwhile. Then you receive an email, review or comment which puts a smile on your face and makes all the angst meaningful. Book bloggers are worth their …
One disadvantage of being self-published is that you have no publishing company sending you gifts to celebrate the release of your new paperback. How wonderful then, to receive this in the post from a supporter. Fizz, chocolates and books. What more could you ask for? Only friends and a safe home- which is the …
Continue reading End of the Road Part 1 and Publication day gifts
It’s difficult enough being an author but running a blog is also an invaluable part of getting the word out and becoming known. As with most things there are two sides: Should I be overjoyed at each advice of someone following my blog? You would think so, but if they are just an email address, …
Sometimes the story behind the novel can be a source of interest. With this in mind I decided to write an occasional blog explaining the background to one of my published books. The first describes how this compilation of short stories with a fellow author came about. After the publication of my first book, my …
Continue reading Weird and Peculiar Tales -The Story behind the book.
This week has been somewhat manic, but also one of those times which makes being authorish worthwhile. I was delighted to ‘hang out’ with the Haphazardous Hippo, and the Unicorns were very well behaved. You can find out what I mean, and read the full story by clicking on the 'Hanging Out' link below. 😀 …
When my wife, died loneliness set in and the days stretched endlessly before me. It was not easy getting old, but I decided to write my memoirs before it was too late. Apart from the odd touch of arthritis I was in good health for my age, but recently had tended to forget things. Merely the …
