No Instagram For Me

This article on Bustle by Olivia Muenter is exactly why I don’t Instagram, or put pictures on my Facebook, or lie about what my life is really like. (Clearly, anonymity issues aside, and the fact that I only just got an all singing all dancing iPhone a year ago. Before that, I was still on a Nokia.) Anyway, I just don’t have the energy or craftsy merit to take nice ‘This is what the world thinks I’m doing’ photos. But I do love how this gal totally outted herself. We all know social media is so fake, and love that she admits it. So funny and honest. Thank you.

The Secret Life of the Blogging Agent

I was having a chat with a friend who knows me in person and as a blogger and she asked why I’m so cagey about my identity. After all, that personal stuff I used to write about it now quite far in the past.

There are three reasons why I keep my anonymity: Continue reading

The Legion of 70,000

I just reached 70,000 views on this blog. Yes, the thing is 4 years old and I go ages without posting. But that’s still pretty crazy.

Not sure what to do with this. Maybe start an army. An army who will sort my database. 

Stupid stupid data

I am the biggest fuck wit. Talked the crew into buying a proper database. One that we can record all kinds of stats on that we can gather from social media and other such junk, and then use to target specific readers. It will also help us keep track of our authors and royalties and payments and such. And it will help us keep track of our best performing publishers. Continue reading

You’ll Get There in the End

Last night I had a Skype chat with a wonderful lovely friend in the States. She’s someone I got to know through this blog, and we struck up a friendship over the years.

The conversation last night was difficult because she’s having a rough time of things. Recently broke up with her man, financial woes, and questions about career. Continue reading

How to get a literary agent without a finished manuscript

I was at asked to give a talk at a writing circle recently, and I happily obliged. Please forgive me if this sounds horrible, but those in attendance were of the same demographic I see at so many of these things: retired (or near it), mostly women, upper middle class, bored, know everything. Continue reading

Don’t big yourself up to agents. You’re not doing yourself any favours.

Guess what? Do not try to swindle an agent into representing you. Don’t falsify your Good Reads numbers and do not exaggerate that writing group at the library into the ‘Your Name Here’ Official Fan Club. It won’t work. Continue reading