Monthly Archives: January 2016
You inspire me to write poetry. Yes, you doetry.
You are witty like a katana, loyal as an oak, more lovable than a sneezing piglet.
You are faithful, loyal and compassionate. Like a Labrador. With slightly less hair.
You are cooler than the other side of the pillow.
You are my most loyal and trusted advisor.
I would follow you into bloody battle, in a kilt, in the rain.
If we were marooned on a desert island, I’d be very sad when I had to eat you.
I’d help you move heavy stuff any time you asked. Even if it’s not your stuff.
Wiser than ten Yodas you are.
In a fight, you could beat two sharks, a bear and five ducks.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It’s you, you massive legend.
You’re my kind of weird.
The Indie Literary Festival UK is an exciting new project coming in 2016. The brain child of Follow This Publishing and UK indie authors, the festival will take place on the 23rd of July 2016 in Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’ll be appearing there to chat, sign books, do a reading of one of my tales (any suggestions as to which one?) and answer any questions you might have about my jaunty hat.
The festival will bring together indie authors from around the UK, for one amazing event. You will be able to:
Talk to authors from all over the world in the international hub.
Learn all about being an indie author and how to become a published author.
Take part in exciting workshops.
Listen to readings by the authors, including one called Wombat.
Enter exciting competitions to win signed books.
And much, much more yet to be decided. So, scoobies, come on down (or up, I guess) in July and have fun with books.
It feels a little like whispering into a hurricane on occasion. You write, realise that what you’ve written is crap, delete 90% and write again. You spend countless hours recording the story that’s in your head, giving it flesh, making it real. You fall in love with your characters, even the ones who betray you when you most trust them.
Then you polish, you rearrange, you edit. You wake up at 5am suddenly realising what horrible thing must – simply must – happen to your protagonist, and you tiptoe out of bed to fire up Scrivener and make it so. You polish again, and again, and when you think you can’t make it any better you dive back in and try anyway. Eventually the day arrives when you publish the remarkable thing that you have painstakingly created.
You show your baby to the world, proudly. Maybe you sell a few copies (yay) and garner a few good reviews (even yayer), but then the fuss dies down and you move on to create new protagonists to torture, haunt and romance. After a few years, you might even forget about characters once so vivid to you. Out of sight, see? But then just occasionally, you get a small reminder.
This just turned up on my Author Facebook page, an unprompted comment from a stranger. It’s given me an enormous smile on a dark, pissing-down hooley of a day. Good old Cuetip – I wonder what did happen to him, in the end?
“A little over a year ago my employer suggested I read War & Peace, but I thought he said Warren Peace so I bought this by mistake. It’s one of the best mistakes I’ve ever made. Cuetip remains a personal hero of mine to this day. Michael Wombat, thank you truly for this gem.”
Hey, scoobies. I thought you might like to know that the Lake Michigan photo so many of you liked is now available as a lustre quality print. It’s a generous 16″ x 12″, and costs £20 which includes P&P within the UK. Message me here (in the comments), or over on Twitter or Facebook if you’d like one (which won’t include that white text up top, clearly).