How a lesser spotted author got caught on the web
I always had this idea that novelists were mysterious, reclusive beasts who hid in dark rooms scratching away, until they were moved to scamper out and leave a pile of thrilling prose under a bush for readers to find. Somewhat like the Easter Bunny, only not so endearing. But one day, after examining my huge pile of royalties with a microscope, I was given a new insight into the matter by my publicist, Kennedy. Our conversation went something like this.
K: You know, if you want to be a serious writer, you really need to put yourself out there
Me: Out where?
K: Out in cyberspace. That’s where it’s all happening. On the big wide Web.
Me: What about Twitter?
(At this point he ran outside barking because he thought there were guinea fowls in the garden. Once we’d sorted out that misunderstanding, the conversation resumed.)
K: No, what you need is a website and a blog. A blog is a good thing, because it rhymes with dog. And how else will you keep in touch with your fans?
Me: I only have about five fans.
I never argue with Kennedy. It’s not worth it. So here is my website, where you can unearth information about my books and other authorly ventures. There is also a blog, which is somewhat sporadic, and blunders wildly through a range of disparate topics. If you subscribe you can be confident that you won't be bothered by frequent posting, although this year I have promised Kennedy I will write more than one.