Holiday and Writing

I needed a holiday.

The lead up to publishing a novel is time and energy intensive. You have to arrange covers, edit, format and upload your manuscript. Then do more editing and formatting until you get it right. Then it needs proof reading, ordering author copies and working out pricing for multiple markets.

In addition to releasing my first novel I also had a short story released in the RWA Sweet Treats anthology. This required editing and publicising. It was a fantastic experience and a great way to learn about self-publishing. I will provide a blog about anthologies when I’m back from holidays.

I also went to the RWA conference in Sydney. A wonderful treat and great opportunity to learn about all things to do with writing romance. I will provide a blog later about the conference.

My current holiday involves a long trip with the caravan from Adelaide to Northern Queensland, my husband’s favourite holiday destination. So, we packed the van and my computer and took off through Woomera and Alice Springs and took a right at Three ways. Five days later we arrived at Julia Creek, Queensland and the holiday began.

Yes we are having a wonderful time but writing on holidays is harder then writing at home. Finding the time, balancing the computer on you knees, no internet and getting distracted by friendly travellers and the wonderful scenery means writing goals go out the window.

But why write if you are on holidays you might ask?

I’m writing a novel and when its flowing I don’t want to stop. It’s a fear of losing the plot. Of forgetting your characters and having to start up again. So, I write when I can. There are some advantages of being on holiday in the wilds of Queensland, you don’t get e-mails, messages and other distractions. However, you have to remember to charge up your computer and find a place to use the internet so you can post blogs. It’s tricky but doable.

I’m enjoying my holiday.

Cheers Elsie King© 2023

Photo © L.C. Wong 2023

Navigating Language–Life in a World Full of Print

LIFE IN A WORLD FULL OF PRINT

In my blog a couple of weeks ago I included the sentence:                                  

“Reading written English can be a challenge at the best of times due to a number of factors I won’t go into here.”

Very true!  And I won’t go into them here; now.  However, I thought you might enjoy an account of when I came unstuck once upon a time not so long ago, an incident that set me thinking long and hard.

My adventure came about as I was travelling on a local train.  Mid-afternoon; almost the only passenger; sitting about halfway along the carriage; relaxed, happy, content, mind wandering…  What could possibly go wrong?

My eyes lit on a sign at the far end of the carriage and I was instantly brought back to full awareness of my surroundings.  That sign on that end wall of a public transport amenity made no sense; no sense at all.

Why on earth would anyone want to display a sign that read “CREATING OATS” in a railway carriage???

I pondered the matter for a while then read it more carefully and realised that that sign was actually “CHEATING GETS YOU NOWHERE” – it was composed in such a way that those four words made a neat square; two words on the first line; the last two on the second line.  Additionally, the font used (all in capitals!) along with the tight spacing made the “H” in CHEATING look like an “R” and the “GE” looked like “OA” when it caught my wandering eye from where I was sitting some distance away.

I shook my head and contemplated the matter.  Now you need to know that I am an avid reader and have been since the age of six; one of those folks who read Weetbix packets; who won’t go anywhere without having a book for those moments that drag without something to read.

I know our brains tend to do funny things at times. It is all too easy to get into a mess due to misunderstanding and/or misperception – often due to a fancy font; a confusing layout; a tricky,” invented” spelling designed to be eye-catching.  What hope does a newbie to the system have?

I have the experience to think, “What the…?” when something doesn’t make sense. So, I look again – and more carefully.

But what of those with less experience and/or awareness?  Maybe a small child still coming to grips with all the intricacies of our written language; battling to learn to read?  Or maybe someone new to Australia who has come from a land where the writing system does not use our alphabet e.g. China or an Arabic country?

It would be all too easy to remain confused, convinced either that the world is bonkers or (much more likely) that they themselves are not up to scratch.

Tragically, this last conclusion is what far too many of our littlies decide about themselves when they arrive at school bright eyed and bushy tailed; eager to master all this reading stuff only to find that it makes little or no sense to them.  So they decide that they themselves have to be no good; dumb bunnies; stupid…  

For a number, this assessment of themselves becomes buried in their subconscious, a crippling, lifelong, totally unnecessary disability.

© Mary McDee 2023 

Feature Photo: No Explanation, Canal Cruise, Amsterdam © L.M. Kling 2014                                                                          

Celebration! New Releases!

Let’s Celebrate!

We, at Indie Scriptorium are celebrating this week. Two of the group, Elsie King and I, have published our works as e-books.

Elsie’s historical romance, A Suitable Heir is available now on an array of platforms, Elsie having used the “Draft2Digital” platform to promote her novel.

My travel memoir, The T-Team with Mr. B, is available now on Amazon Kindle.

Both Elsie and I have been working on our print copies which will be available for sale in the next few weeks.

For more details about our books,

Check out our websites: Lee-Anne’s — www.truklingcreations.com

Elsie King’s — www.elsiekingauthorandartist.com

Below is a post from my blogsite written way back in 2016 when I published my first two books which details my journey from self-publishing to promoting and advertising through blogging.

BURIED GOLD

People spend their lives building their own kingdoms. As artists or writers, success is determined by how far our name-brand is spread over the “Empire” of the internet, world, community, and how much “gold” (money) we’ve amassed through the sale of our product.

When I first started exhibiting my paintings, friends, family, and fellow artists asked, ‘Have you sold?’ and ‘How many paintings have you sold?’

The fact that I had sold made me an authentic artist.

Same can be true as an author of two self-published works of fiction. Again, like a broken record, those interested asked, ‘How many books have you sold?’

Answer, ‘Er, um…not that many.’

Then the implication I should have gone through the traditional route of getting a publisher.

Yup, maybe, probably…still deciding if I’ll do that with future books, especially the travel ones that have many colour photos on glossy pages—the coffee-table variety. Not sure how I’d go…I mean, I’m not an unpublished “virgin” since I’ve gone ahead and self-published on Amazon. I got impatient, afraid I’d be left on the shelf with a pile of rejection letters, and my novel manuscripts languishing as a PDF-file on my computer hard-drive (the hard copies stored in a box in my closet).

So, I published The Hitch-hiker (a novella) and Mission of the Unwilling (novel), on Amazon October 2015. Check them out. You can download them for the cost of a cup of coffee and find out what mischief Boris gets up to.

After publishing, having a little launch in our South Aussie pre-Christmas summer sweltering in 40 degrees Celsius, then a DIY advertising with bookmarks, flyers and emails, I decided to do some research on how other Indi-authors built up their e-book kingdoms. There must be a secret method for digging up the buried gold of success in sales.

A mine of information was brought to light my computer screen. I also discovered a precious nugget in an old Australian Artist Magazine—stand-out quality. In today’s language, I assume that means “brand”.

So, when at our SALA exhibition launch, a friend told me they knew which paintings were mine, that I had a unique style, I thanked them. I was on the right track with my “brand”.

But my books? Well, there’s Boris…albeit swamped by millions of other characters on Amazon.

Then, I discovered a gem—blogging. Not in the way I anticipated, though. I had high hopes. With my blogging presence, out there, I expected sales to rise and hundreds of instant visitors to my blog-site. My works were brilliant, right?

My posts drowned under the deluge of millions of other posts, tweets, Facebook pages, and other more successful blogs. For weeks, I remained South Australia’s best kept secret. Even my mum couldn’t find me—not even with my help on her computer.

Fellow writers at my writers’ group suggested I needed to post articles more frequently, get those WWW-“neural”-pathways working by increasing traffic. In other words, Algorithms. Still, the site remained as lively as a cemetery.

Over time, I gathered a band of followers: friends, family, colleagues from church, writers’ and art group. Some interest ensued—all Australian—no likes.

Undeterred, I wrote and published posts once or twice a week. Writing, my therapy. The articles available for free, my gift to the world. I prayed that there’d be others out there who’d find my words, and consider them useful, inspirational, amusing.

Week by week, comments and likes (mostly from mum) trickled in. Then, a comment from someone I didn’t know…and a visitor from the United States. Oh, what joy!

A friend encouraged me. I’d improved since they first started reading my blogs. Yes, writing is a craft; the discipline and practice refined my skill to communicate.

I read posts from other bloggers. I liked the posts that resonated with me. I knew I must start commenting. Friends who had websites and blogs said that’s how you make your presence known in the blogging community. I usually read WordPress articles late at night and was concerned my comments would come across as sleep-garbled. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to comment. I think my first comment was about cats.

Each month, slow and steady, the number of followers, likes and visitors grew. My site on WordPress, the first place I visit each day when I open my computer. What countries have visited today? Check the emails. Who has liked me? Who’s following? Then, off I go and visit their sites and see what gems of writing, stories, photos, or paintings they have.

My world has opened—stories from every continent…and my stories shared around the globe.

The treasure I found by entering the world of bloggers, is not the gold I collect in my bank account (which is a few cents or dollars every month or so) for my own kingdom from my own works, but the cities of gold we share collectively as writers and artists. We put our stories out there and celebrate each other’s works.

So, a heart-felt thank you for all you who have followed, liked and visited my humble site—and thank you all for your stories, insights, artwork and photography.

I have been so blessed…

© Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2016; updated 2023

Feature Painting: Gold at End of the Rainbow, Waikerie © L.M. Kling 2017

Check out our e-books freshly published…

A Suitable Heir

***

The T-Team with Mr. B