Radioactive marketing

Hmm. So I have arrived at the stage of life where I have dreams about going on Health and Safety courses about how to han­dle radioac­tive mate­r­ial. Whether this is some form of sub­con­scious com­men­tary on my writ­ing abil­i­ties I am not sure. It all seemed a bit of a lark in the dream — a train­ing course as clas­sic excuse for get­ting out of the office. More on this later.

So I’ve spent the last few days try­ing to edit up God’s Cob­bler. I say ‘edit up’ as it’s a lit­tle bit like putting meat back on a skele­ton. I’m just hop­ing that it remains a coher­ent whole and doesn’t become a Franken­furter of a story. As of yes­ter­day it stood at 13.7k. I sus­pect by the time I fin­ish this pass (I am like the RAF, straf­ing my story with adjec­tives, drop­ping the odd bomb mot, and gen­er­ally nuk­ing it from orbit) it will be 17-18k. So def­i­nitely treat­ment sized.

It’s quite dif­fi­cult writ­ing about Ital­ians. I realised yes­ter­day that I’d writ­ten in a char­ac­ter purely based on 5 sec­onds of screen time for Sophia Loren aged, ooh, 35. And what an ooh age that was. Any­way, with my poor track record for car­i­ca­ture I ended up giv­ing her a crooked nose. So it’s Sophia Loren, aged 35, with a false nose. Hmm. Or now that Cather­ine has given me the idea else­where, per­haps it’s Nigella. The char­ac­ter serves up stew and is a widow.

Curi­ouser and curi­ouser. Funny how the brain repack­ages things.

I’ve been look­ing at var­i­ous writing-related web­sites, won­der­ing how best — if — to unleash the Cob­bler on an unsus­pect­ing pub­lic. Most of the peer review ones look like really hard work and a bit of a busman’s hol­i­day (ie build­ing fake rela­tion­ships with peo­ple based on the false premise that both of us need each other in order to arti­fi­cially push some third-party approval rat­ing up a notch. Which is part of the day job). So, Authon­omy and the like are being dis­counted for now. They should change the way the read­ing aspect works, allow­ing authors to give credits/kudos back to review­ers for feed­back that helps them improve their work. But I guess any of these approval sys­tems is open to exploitation.

In case any­one has man­aged to get to this para and knows of a good, prefer­ably publisher-backed, submission/review site I’d be grate­ful. I can’t get the Arvon Friends site to acknowl­edge I am one, and I got a lit­tle cross at completelynovel.com. Can’t remem­ber why. Prob­a­bly because the founders are dis­gust­ingly young. Smile.

Any­hoo. I need to do some mar­ket­ing. Well, actu­ally, I need to do more writ­ing. I have a lit­tle roadmap of cre­ative work stretch­ing ahead of me until the end of June, prob­a­bly. After which I will start to seri­ously think about whether I’m in shape to chase agents. I wish there were more of you dear reader, so that I could point to more than the hun­dreds of empty pages on this blog.

But to do that I need to do some out­reach. And right now I sim­ply do not have the time. Speak­ing of which. 5:30 am. Time for morn­ing pages. See you after the break.

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