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Many thanks to the wonderful writers who make up The Write Romantics for featuring me on their blog today.
Originally posted on thewriteromantics:
Today on the blog we’re talking to the fabulous Lizzie Lamb. Lizzie is a truly inspirational character – a fantastic writer and a whizz at social networking and marketing, as well as being a genuinely lovely lady. As part of the New Romantics Press (formerly the New Romantics 4), Lizzie has recently flown the flag for indie writers everywhere by hosting an author event at Waterstones, Kensington, no less! We were thrilled when she agreed to appear on our blog and had a lot of questions we wanted to put to her. So without further ado, over to Lizzie.
1. Tell us more about the New Romantics Press. How did you meet? What made you form an “indie powerhouse” together?
Originally, three of us: Mags Cullingford, June Kearns and I were members of Leicester Writers’ Club and the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writers’ Scheme. Adrienne Vaughan joined the RNA, came along to…
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Many thanks to Seumus for blogging about our Waterstones gig.
Originally posted on Seumas Gallacher:
…great timing! … in consonance with my previous post about ‘Living the Dream,’ into my Guest Blog slot comes the fabulous news that four of our Indie Girls are all appearing together at Waterstones, Kensington… my pals, Lizzie Lamb, Adrienne Vaughan, June Kearns and Mags Cullingford, collectively known as the New Romantics, have secured their date with the bookstore on November 13th… some have conjectured they got it by threatening to go there and sing if they weren’t allowed in… well, I don’t know about that, but their masterpieces (mistresspieces?) speak volumes (pun intended, Mabel… we’re NUTHIN if we’re not inventive on this blog)… rumour has it there will be free cases of champagne to take away in the back of yer car, and sumptuous delicacies to nibble on while yeez marvel at the Fab Four’s autographing skills…don’t just take my WURD for it, here’s what they’re…
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Originally posted on Seumas Gallacher:
…yeez are very nice people out there, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… many of yeez have suggested I run the Foreword for SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES so that my fellow quill-scrapers may get a clear notion of what it’s about… if it can help any of yeez, that’s a bonus… here it is:
Foreword to SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES
I started writing my first crime thriller novel in early 2009. I finished the first draft in a matter of a few months. Then, I thought, all I have to do is to send it off to a few Literary Agents in London. One of them would be sure to throw lots of money at me for the right to carry my masterpiece into the public readership market.
In fact I sent off forty Query Letters, submitting the novel for consideration. In the beautiful balance that is the writing…
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The height of our aspirations has been achieved.
Originally posted on New Romantics 4:
An ‘Author Showcase? So what, you ask?
Friends, let us tell you that four indie authors hosting an Author Showcase in a one of Waterstones flagship London bookstores is no mean feat. It has required determination on our part and the belief and open mindedness of store manager Michael Korel to ‘take us on’. On top of that, we’ve produced eight quality novels with proven sales records and have demonstrated our ability to deliver a night no one will forget.
This Author Showcase is the culmination of a dream. One which began two summers ago over lunch with Amanda Grange in Lizzie’s garden. Our path to publication is well documented in our blog but on November the thirteenth we will have exceeded what we hoped to accomplish on that bright summer’s day.
- Written nine books between us
- Created joint and individual blogs
- Established a social media presence on Facebook, Twitter…
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HOCUS POCUS ’14 OFFICAL LAUNCH DATE AND FREE DOWNLOAD
Today is the official launch date of the Hallowe’en short story anthology – HOCUS POCUS ’14.
To celebrate the event, the short story anthology will be FREE to download from 31st October to 2nd November. So grab yours now. The contributors have organised a Facebook Event which will run through the whole day in hourly slots. There will be lots of giveaways to celebrate the launch of Hocus Pocus, so please come along, leave a comment/enter a competition and, hopefully, win a prize.
I will be ‘live’ from 7pm – 8pm. During that time I will be organising a fun competition to choose your ‘witchy name’ – with some copies of Hocus Pocus (paperback) up for grabs and/or a download of either Tall, Dark and Kilted or Boot Camp Bride. I was also be ‘manning’ the Facebook page and would love you to come and chat with me. Fellow writer and member of New Romantics Press, Adrienne Vaughan will be on earlier in the day. That’s us together in witches’ hats brandishing a copy of Hocus Pocus. Pretty scary, huh?
The anthology is the brain child of Debbie Flint and the other authors/contributors are: Adrienne Vaughan Lynda Renham Alison May Jane O’Reilly Jules Wake Mary Jane Hallowell Carolyn Mahony Tina K. Burton
As part of the celebration, Debbie Flint asked us to write about a true life spooky event. I’ve called mine – Knock, Knock, Who’s There? I’ve included it in this blog post and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Have a great Hallowe’en and don’t get up to any Hocus Pocus!!
KNOCK, KNOCK, WHO’S THERE?
My Real Life Spooky Event – Leicester circa 1964
In 1962, my family –including Granny and the dog all moved from Scotland to live in Leicester in a rambling palisaded villa. Apart from my Granny, all the adults went out to work – Mother in one of the many shoe factories dotted around Leicester and Dad on a building site as a scaffolder. I was thirteen years old and my siblings ranged below me at eight, six and four years of age respectively. We were rarely alone in the house as Granny was there to welcome us home from school and to give us our evening meal before the adults arrived in from work.
There was something spooky about that house in College Avenue, it had a long dark corridor which led from the front door to the breakfast room, scullery and kitchen at the rear. Other doors opened off the corridor giving onto a sitting room and a gloomy dining room in turn. Once, the house must have been splendid, in a Gothic sort of way; high ceilings, marble fireplaces, deep cornices and even bells to ring for the servants in each room. But to us kids it was a scary place and we didn’t like to be left on our own. In fact, there were certain rooms which the dog wouldn’t enter – without its hackles rising.
One day Granny decided to visit her brother in London which meant leaving us alone for several hours until Mother returned from the factory. Granny was very unhappy with this arrangement, but eventually agreed to visit her brother – albeit with the proviso that all four children, plus dog locked ourselves in our parents’ bedroom and stayed there until Mother came home.
Granny left, and I locked us in our temporary prison with food, drink, comics, toys, radio, the dog and a chamber pot in case of emergencies! We watched Granny walk to the end of the street and then settled down for a boring couple of hours until Mother arrived home. Time passed slowly and we tried to guess where Granny was on her journey – Luton, Bedford, St Pancras, the underground . . .
Then, the strangest thing happened.
We heard Granny’s footsteps climbing the stairs and coming along the landing towards the bedroom. The door knob turned once and then sprang back to its original position. Being kids we thought nothing of it. Ours was an old house and things were always sticking and jamming. Then, stranger still, we heard Granny calling out my name: ‘Betty. Betty,’ in her unmistakable Scottish accent. I looked at my sister Ellen for confirmation of what I’d heard and then walked over to the bedroom door and tried the handle. The door was still locked and the key was on our side, just as I’d left it. I went to unlock the door, but remembering the promise I’d made to Granny to stay put until Mother came home, I changed my mind.
My sister and I sat down on the bed and looked at each other, more puzzled than frightened. When Mother came home, we were simply glad to be allowed to run outside and play and didn’t tell her about Granny’s voice, the footsteps or the door knob turning.
Years later I brought up the subject with my sister.
‘We did hear Granny’s footsteps and her voice, didn’t we?’ I asked.
‘We did,’ my sister Ellen replied, emphatically. ‘She called out your name, twice and the door handle turned.’
We exchanged a look and shuddered, knowing that, as adults, we were only just beginning to comprehend we’d seen and heard that day. Had Granny been so worried about us being in the house alone, that she’d projecting her anxiety across the miles from London to Leicester? Or was it something ‘else’; something which wanted us to leave the safety of the bedroom and venture out on to the landing where it was waiting?
The same nameless terror which made us run down the long dark corridor to the safety of the kitchen every time – and the dog refuse to enter the large cupboard under the stairs where we played? Or, was it the old lady my father (the least fanciful of men) purported to have seen on several occasions standing at the foot of his bed looking distracted and mournful?
My sister considers herself a ‘wee bit psychic’, while I consider myself a complete pragmatist. I know there must be a logical explanation for what happened and I’d feel a whole lot better if someone experienced in this field could explain it to me.
Then I could finally lay this story to rest – where it belongs.
Remember: Tall, Dark and Kilted and Boot Camp Bride are both just 99p for one more day and then they revert back to £1.99 a download. Working hard on number three which will be published early 2015.
Adrienne’s turn on Joanne’s fabulous blog
Originally posted on Joanne Guidoccio:
Welcome to my Second Acts Series!
Today, we have author and public relations dynamo Adrienne Vaughan chatting about the importance of dreams.
I’ve always loved that song, you know, the one from South Pacific, Happy Talk. It’s so true, if you don’t have a dream, how on earth are you going to make a dream come true?
There again, have you ever met anyone who doesn’t dream they were someone or something else? Most people wish for something different, but it’s the dreamers, and I mean the real dreamers who make a difference. Sighing and wishing achieves very little, as far as I can tell, it’s the proper, ‘let’s take this seriously’ dreamer who gets things done, changes themselves, their environment, the whole world if they mean too.
But it wasn’t until Joanne kindly invited me onto her blog, and I was giving this notion…
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Jan has proof read both my novels and has a gimlet eye for mistakes. I would heartily recommend her to other indie authors or anyone who wants a professional looking manuscript.
Originally posted on The Romaniacs:
It’s no secret that my first novel took me a while to write. Okay, YONKS, mainly due to my endless tweaking and re-tweaking of it until it waved the white flag at me. I’m thrilled, therefore, to report that, having received a cracking report from my RNA New Writers’ Scheme reader, I’ve finally started submitting my book to agents.
To date, I’ve had four rejections.
I have, however, received some very encouraging feedback.
I’m under no illusions, and I’m certainly not averse to self-publishing, I simply want to try the traditional route first.
I must trust that someone will love my book and believe in it as much as I do …
My novel is a multi POV tale – three interwoven stories in one, if you like – entitled ‘As Weekends Go …’
Here’s a little taster:
When Rebecca Stafford is gifted the chance…
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Originally posted on Rosie Amber:
It’s come to my attention that some of you lovely authors out there need a little help with reaching your audience.
Now I’m no professional in the matter, just a mad blogger who loves books, but this is what I’m seeing more and more of and it alarms me greatly.
When someone offers to help an author with some FREE publicity, some of you run for the hills in the opposite direction. “FREE that can’t possible be right! What’s the catch? What do I have to do? I haven’t got the time for that? It’s sounds scary, better not bother” Hands up if a bit of FREE publicity frightens you.
How many of you have a one page draft ready which can be used as a base for any publicity piece? All you need is a bit about yourself, where you’re from, when you started writing, what genres you write in…
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Originally posted on New Romantics 4:
As Sarah Taylor, awards organiser, says: “With the highest number of entries the awards have had in their four year history, the standard this year was exceptionally high with many highly rated novels not making the shortlists. The breath and depth of quality writing in romantic fiction should be celebrated and that’s what these awards are all about.”.You can read the complete lists for all categories here but this is the line up for Adrienne’s category:
Best Author Published
Mary Bennet by Kate Allan
Sweet Occasions by Linn B Halton
Drumbeats by Julia Ibbotson
Fairlights by Jan Jones
Christmas Yves by Nicola May
The award ceremony is at…
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Thanks to Stephanie Hurt for hosting me on her blog as part of Romancing September across the world.
Originally posted on Stephanie Hurt - Author/Accountant/Children's Minister:
Welcome to Day 4 of the 2nd Annual Romancing September Across The World Blog Tour. I’ve teamed up with Rosie Amber again this year. We’re promoting 30 awesome romance authors in 30 days. Help us out by cross promoting when you can and check out these authors.
Don’t forget to go over to Rosie Amber’s page and check out her page too. I’ll put the link at the bottom of this post.
Today my guest author is Lizzie Lamb and I want to thank her for blogging with me today. Here is a little about her and her book Boot Camp Bride.
- What inspired you to write this book?
I spend a great deal of time in north-west Norfolk and one day when I was sitting a bench overlooking the marshes the whole story unfolded before me. The heroine, Charlee, had been in my head for ages, begging me…
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