Good morning, and here’s some good news. The Green Man’s Heir is a Kindle Daily Deal in the UK (and depending where you are based, it may show up cheap on the US store). To celebrate the offer, Wizard’s Tower Press and I have also temporarily dropped the price of The Green Man’s Foe worldwide. So that’s both ebooks for around the price of a fancy cup of coffee today – which you won’t be buying anyway just at the moment.
This means everyone can get nicely caught up with Dan’s adventures, before reading The Green Man’s Silence, coming this summer from Wizard’s Tower Press. Dan’s in the Fens, in the east of England. It’s a part of the country he’s never visited before, so everything’s unfamiliar, from the roads and rivers raised up above the black peaty fields that surround them, to the supernatural creatures that live there. One thing he soon notices is the lack of oak trees. He’s going to need help from elsewhere to solve the complex challenge he faces.
So boost the signal, spread the word and tell your friends! And if you’ve already read both books and enjoyed them, remember that leaving a review or rating however brief on your preferred website will help the team bringing you these stories long after this offer’s done. Thank you kindly.
Something this past fortnight has shown me is just how many people I know and work with have a close connection to the NHS. Another thing I’ve learned this past week, reading reports from Spain and Italy, is how appalling the impact of all this will be on all of them, to a greater or lesser extent, I’m not (just) talking about the risks of serious illness that they all face, but the effect of being far closer to mass deaths than any of the rest of us. So staying home when we can, and keeping our distance when we can’t takes on an added personal dimension, as well as being essential for the greater good.
So I’m doing what I can, for the GP my friend T is married to, and for my friend B’s partner the ICU nurse, for my friend S’s brother the nurse-manager, for young L and my long-standing friend K who work in hospital admin, and for my friend G’s in-law the hospital pharmacist. Those are merely the ones that come immediately to mind.
Something else I have learned is how good it is for morale to actually see someone’s face and hear their voice when we’re catching up with more than just work stuff. Keeping in touch by messages, email and texts is great, but the added impact of that personal connection, when my day to day contacts are now just the family really surprised me. I foresee a lot more Skype and Zoom in my future.
In other news, we are both still working so won’t be tackling any new/overdue exciting projects or taking up a musical instrument or learning a new language in some wealth of unexpected down time. The usual chores remain, and yesterday I caught up with the ironing. So far, so routine – except I keep finding the new surreality intruding into such mundane things. I ironed the last shirt and stopped in my tracks to wonder how long it will be before I’m doing that again. I have no idea and nor does anyone else. (Yes, I iron my husband’s work shirts. No, that does not make me a bad feminist. How we apportion tasks is up to us.)
We have done some sorting out of the Son in the North’s erstwhile bedroom to give the Husband a better workspace for the duration. Now, I freely admit I am not a tidy person and I am inclined to hold on to stuff, as friends and family will attest. The final thing I learned this week is, compared to my younger son, I am Marie bloody Kondo…
There’s been a flurry of SF&F authors having a look in the back cupboards of their hard drives this week, to see what stories they could make available for free. We know a lot of readers have time on their hands just at the moment, but we are also well aware that they may be finding themselves uncertain as to prospects for their bank balance and bills for the next however-long.
With the always invaluable assistance of Cheryl at Wizard’s Tower Press, and artist Ben Baldwin, I’m offering up The Wizard’s Coming, a short story that stands alone, and as such, should give a good introduction to my style and my approach to epic fantasy. In the overall chronology of my successive epic fantasy series, it sits between The Lescari Revolution trilogy and The Hadrumal Crisis trilogy, so there’s added interest if you’ve read those books.
How’s this for a shelfie? I am thrilled to show you the new editions now available from Wizard’s Tower Press. We’ve been working on this for a while now, around our other commitments, and the plan was a (re)launch at this year’s UK Eastercon. So much for that… but hey, that means we can make them available a few weeks earlier now. So spread the word! All signal boosting will be very much appreciated.
We’ve given the source texts a thorough proof read – and then gone over them again. I printed them all out and sat down with a ruler and red pen to go over them the old school way, to check the formatting etc. Having done that we’ve also taken the opportunity to update the ebook versions to catch any remaining glitches, and to share the new cover design by Ben Baldwin, using Geoff Taylor‘s original artwork.
But wait, there’s more! Hardback versions are also in the pipeline – with an added bonus that you’ll find out about soon. So those of you who like a physical book rather than digital will have your choice of formats. One reason for doing this is conversations with readers who have been keen to have their own copies for their bookshelf – as well as chatting to second-hand booksellers who tell me how hard it is to find copies of my early books. Apparently readers who’ve bought them hang on to them – which I am naturally delighted to learn.
And finally… we’re taking the opportunity of this forced hiatus to put together some other things that we’ve had in the ‘when we get around to it’ folder for a while now. Not that Cheryl or I are short of other things to do. As freelancers who both work mostly from home, we’re already set up for remote working so a lot of that side of life is carrying on as usual for us. Anyway, there’ll be more news about what we’re up to in due course.
It’s all very odd, isn’t it? Not to say unsettling. And there is so little we can do about any of this – apart from staying home, washing our hands and keeping our distance when we have to go out for essentials and shopping responsibly when we do that.
So what am I blogging about? Well, not everyone I know is on Twitter or Facebook, so I thought a few updates here wouldn’t go amiss. I’m happy to say me and mine are fine. Mum and Stepdad are in Hampshire and my elder brother lives locally there, so he’s shopping etc for them. My dad and stepmother are down in South Wales and they have a whole lot of support already in place as they are now both registered blind. The Son in the North is now working from home up there and if Resident Son ends up out of work, he’s okay here with us.
Husband is working from home now – which is a bit distracting as there are a lot of conference calls going on, but that’s a minor consideration. We don’t have school age kids which must be a whole other nightmare. The social distancing message seems to have got through hereabouts and people are being polite and considerate overall. While there are minor hassles with what is or isn’t available in the supermarkets, we routinely keep a well-stocked freezer and store cupboard – as we have the funds, space and car to do that. I am very well aware that a lot of folk are facing far more difficulties.
So I can get on with my own work much as usual. And at the moment that means working flat out on the third Green Man book, a rescue plan for the Ancient Greek murder mysteries that I’m writing under a pseudonym, and another project that hasn’t been announced yet. Unless of course someone here or one of the assorted parents/my brother falls ill, in which case all bets are off. But at the moment, all we can do is take things day to day, don’t you think?
With aikido suspended for the duration and not wanting to risk the gym since before they were closed, I have started doing some yoga in the lounge first thing in the mornings. Sooty settles down to watch, paws tucked up and ears pricked. Curious cat meets downward dog.
So that’s about it for now. Take care of yourselves and stay home!
As I’m signing off social media until the New Year, it’s a time to take stock. It’s certainly been a year of ups and downs. Highlights were the Worldcon in Dublin, and readers’ enthusiastic reception for The Green Man’s Foe; a book drawing on work I started well over a decade ago, which found a new and much better purpose. Working with Cheryl, Toby and Ben continues to be tremendously rewarding, and you may rest assured that Dan’s adventures will continue in a third story.
In shorter fiction, The Echoes of a Shot, my alternate take on the early 20th Century, appeared in the Alternate Peaceanthology from ZNB, while The Hand that Rocks the Cradle appeared in the Newcon Press anthology Soot and Steel. That’s a story I never expected to see in print after the project it was originally written for never came to pass, but editor Ian Whates had liked it and he remembered it. Finally, as highlighted recently, my ‘Charles Dickens meets Doctor Who’story finally saw the light of day, through the good offices of Paul Cornell. So I’m not only bearing in mind that no writing is ever wasted, I’m thankful for such good friends, and for the support of the wider writing community.
Much less good was the lack of publisher support, for various reasons that had nothing to do with the books, for my new venture into writing historical crime fiction as J M Alvey – Shadows of Athens and Scorpions in Corinth are murder mysteries set in classical Greece, published in March and September respectively. This year has definitely shown me how much has changed in twenty years, when looking at what a writer can expect from small and large publishers. That’s a longer blogpost for 2020, but my other experiences this past year make me determined to stick with that project, to see what can be done to bring Philocles’ adventures to a wider audience, in this new and ever-changing world for authors.
I’ve also finally finished writing a new epic fantasy novel, as yet untitled, and set in the River Kingdom. That’s another project that’s been picked up and put down so often, that I wondered if it was ever going to be completed. Over the last couple of months though, particularly after Fantasycon, it suddenly came into focus. I had a polished draft to hand over to my agent on Friday 13th December. It’ll be very interesting to see where that book goes in 2020, but I’m not making any predictions, because 2019 has also been a year showing the folly of doing that, on so many levels.
Now it’s time for
rest and relaxation with family and friends, and for wishing everyone
the best of the season, however and whenever you celebrate at this
time of year.
Oh yes, says you, I remember it, Christopher Ecclestone and Simon Callow, great episode! Ah well, says I, it so happens I wrote a different story before anyone knew what Mark Gattiss was doing for the first season of the Doctor’s return.
Back in 2004, Paul Cornell was editing a Christmas anthology for Big Finish, and invited me to submit a story. I really enjoyed writing ‘Who the Dickens…?’, researching all the detail was fascinating, and Paul was very pleased with it. All was well until … the BBC spiked it. Sorry, that particular story was a no go for the forthcoming book.
Everyone was very nice, and thoroughly professional, and I was paid, and so while I felt a bit wistful, I didn’t feel in the least hard done by. These things happen with licensed property work. And when the new series aired, all was explained!
The story stayed in my computer archive because unlike a story of my own, I couldn’t sell it elsewhere, obviously. Then Paul contacted me earlier this year to ask if I’d ever done anything with it. No, as I explained, as far as I recalled without digging out the contract, the copyright and intellectual property rights belonged to Big Finish and the BBC, as is standard for such work. It would never see the light of day unless the powers that were gave their approval. Let me talk to a few people, says Paul…
I’ve been pals with multi-faceted writer Steven Savile for years now, so when he asked if I might be interested in doing an event in Sweden, naturally I said yes. A little while later, Jan Smedh of The English Bookshop in Uppsala got in touch to invite me to the evening he was organising for the city’s annual Culture Night. When everything was finalised, we had a mini-SF-Crime convention, with me, Steve, Stephen Gallagher and RJ Barker being interviewed together by way of an introduction, followed by us discussing crime fiction and then a session on fantasy fiction, since one way and another, we’ve all written across both genres. There were intervals for book signing, and to give fans of one genre or the other to come and go as they felt inclined – not least because there were so many other events going on. The city was packed all day.
Now, I’ve only ever met Stephen Gallagher on a handshake-and-hello basis before, and never crossed paths with RJ Barker, but once we met up on Friday, it soon became apparent that Saturday evening would go with a swing, as we chatted about what we write and what we read. That’s exactly how it turned out, as we had different things to say as well as enough interests in common to generate really interesting conversations. We were also made wonderfully welcome by Jan, his wife, and the bookshop staff, as well as by Uppsala’s SF and Fantasy fans. Feeling so at ease made Saturday evening even more fun, and the time simply flew by. The audience certainly seemed to enjoy themselves as much as we did.
Those of you who
couldn’t make it will get a flavour of the event in a little while,
as Stephen, RJ and I were all interviewed on video by Magnus, another
of our new friends, earlier in the day. We did that on the deck of
the floating hotel Selma, where we were staying, moored on the river.
I’ll post links in due course. Those of you who travel to European
conventions should also note that Uppsala fandom are putting in a bid
to run the 2023 Eurocon – follow @Uppsala2023 on Twitter to keep in
touch with their progress.
Before that – yes,
we really did make the most of our time – Jan had arranged for us
to have a short introduction to the city’s history and a guided
tour of Uppsala Cathedral with a brief visit to the museum now housed
in one of the original University buildings. The cathedral is
beautiful and full of fascinating memorials and stories – and
something of more personal interest. Thanks to local Swedish fan
Jonathan, who I first met at the Worldcon in Dublin, I knew to keep a
look out for the Green Man carved on a pillar capital as we went
round. I could go on and on, but I’d be writing this all day if I
attempted a full recap. Put Uppsala on your own holiday destination
list, that’s the best idea. Seriously. There are great places to
eat as well as everything else to see in the city.
The museum was equally enthralling, and has one of the most ornate and astonishing examples of a Cabinet of Curiosities in the world – the Augsburg Art Cabinet. Other treasures include the original prototype Celsius thermometer. Carl Linnaeus is by no means the only globally renowned scientist that the university is rightly proud of. Mind you, the students Linnaeus sent out worldwide to collect his samples often came to an unexpected and early end… Of course, as authors, we love this sort of thing, so I suspect echoes of our trip will appear in all our writing one way or another over the next little while.
So that was
Saturday, and on Sunday morning, Steve, Stephen and I took a train to
Stockholm to walk around and get a flavour of the city, old and new,
before it was time to head for the airport and our flights home. Now
I must find time to rewatch my DVDs of the original Swedish TV series
adapting the Millenium trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo etc.)
and see what I can see differently.
But now I must get some work done today. Still, I know that will come all the easier after a trip like this. Not only did we see countless things to fire the imagination, but meeting keen readers and enjoying so many varied conversations always inspires me to do my very best for the people who I ultimately write for.
I’m off on a mini adventure this weekend, joining authors Steven Savile, Stephen Gallagher and R J Barker at The English Bookshop, Uppsala, Sweden on Saturday 14th September for an evening discussing writing crime novels and fantasy fiction, from 6 pm onwards. I’ve never been to Sweden, so I’m really looking forward to the whole trip.
After getting back on Sunday, I’m on the road to Bristol to take part in the Bristolcon Fringe on Monday evening, September 16th. Alongside Rosie Oliver, I’ll be reading and chatting, from 7:30pm in the function room of The Gryphon (41 Colston St, Bristol BS1 5AP). Doors open at 7.00.
Next up, I’m heading for Scotland and FantasyCon 2019, to be held in the Golden Jubilee Conference Hotel, in Clydebank, Glasgow from 18th to 20th October. Among other things, The Green Man’s Heir is shortlisted for this year’s Best Fantasy Novel Award which is an honour in itself. Programme details will follow in due course.
Then I’m back to Bristol for Bristolcon itself, on 26th October at the Hilton DoubleTree Hotel, Bristol. The Guests of Honour are authors Diane Duane and Gareth L. Powell, and artist Andy Bigwood. It promises to be a great day – as always.
So hopefully our paths will cross somewhere – and my fabulous publisher Cheryl Morgan is making sure that my Wizard’s Tower Press titles will be on sale at all these events.
official publication date for Brightfall by Jamie Lee Moyer, and I
was lucky enough to get an advance reading copy of this intriguing
and engaging book. Though I approached it with a degree of …
reservation, I suppose is the best word. Even experienced writers are
setting themselves a high bar when it comes to finding an original
and unexpected perspective on a myth as well-known and as oft-told as
Robin Hood. Moyer more than succeeds in this, and does a whole lot of
other interesting things with this story as well.
We see events from
Maid Marian’s perspective, and an older Marian at that. The days of
high adventure in the greenwood are long behind her and all the Merry
Men. Marian is now raising Robin’s children on her own, and not by
her own choice. Robin has retreated to a monastery, to atone for his
sins. This is the first of many sideways glances the story takes at
the notions and conventions of heroism in old-fashioned tales – as
well as too many modern ones. Robin’s solitary self-sacrifice has
serious costs for other people. The flip-side of that heroic coin is
plain selfishness, and his retreat soon looks a lot like cowardice.
Marian copes because
she has no choice, and because she has a community to support her.
Not just the erstwhile and no longer so merry men, but also the wild
animals and faery folk of the forest. It turns out she has unexpected
resources to draw on, and no need to conform to heroic story
expectations of damsels in distress. However, it’s increasingly
apparent that her friends and family are under threat. Tackling this
menace means finding Robin and making him face up to his past and his
present. Other people’s stories don’t end just because he wants
to lay down his sword/bow and walk away. Now Marian must find other
ways of dealing with this danger besides picking up those weapons
All this plays out
in a vivid and immersive setting that’s somewhere uniquely
effective between well-researched medieval historical accuracy and
the world of Robin Hood as seen in old British folklore instead of
more recent film and TV portrayals. The fabulous cover art evokes
this wonderfully, as it mirrors those old fashioned, pictorial maps
that show both the practical detail of towns, roads and rivers as
well as an artistic, atmospheric portrayal of a living world.