On Friday I published my second novel Reunion of the Heart. Initially it went well and I had some sales so obviously I was happy.
But then… they slowed right down. OK so it hasn’t been long since the launch and it’s only Tuesday now as I’m writing this. But what’s going on? The Inheritance, though it didn’t exactly set the world alight, sold more than Reunion of the Heart has at this point.
I was feeling a bit miserable about it to be honest. I spoke to my dad and he had some words of wisdom: that releasing a book in summer is a bad idea because everyone in the Western world is away on holiday – or at least many of them are in the US and UK as well as the rest of Europe. So it follows that they’re not around to download/buy books.
He’s got a good point. He also said that, for example, film makers release their films at certain times of the year, depending on what sort of film they are. They release blockbusters in summer and Oscar-worthy films at others. He reckoned a good time of year to release a book would be October when everyone is almost certainly back from holiday.
It makes me think that perhaps I chose the wrong time of year to release Reunion of the Heart and that maybe I should have waited till the autumn. Do you have any thoughts/advice? I’d love to hear from you.
Anyway on to today’s excerpt, from my WIP. I still haven’t chosen a title yet lol. But it’s the one set in a school. I thought I’d be generous and share with you 8 paragraphs for the month. In this scene my MC Rebecca is coming face to face with Audi-Man again. It’s parents’ evening where the parents of kids at school get to meet with their kids’ teachers for an update on their kids’ progress. Unfortunately for Rebecca, she’s teaching Audi-Man’s son. Here’s a snippet of their conversation:
Taking a sip from the glass of water on the corner of the table, Rebecca looked at the list of parents still to see on the list in front of her. She stifled a yawn. It’d been a long evening. She’d seen twenty eight sets of parents, although sometimes only one parent had attended, usually the mother. There was only one parent left to see, the one she was dreading. She would rather have seen him first. Mr Leavis, Daniel’s father. What could she say to him about his son? That Daniel mucked around in lessons and never bothered? That he could be a grade A student if he just knuckled down and did some work?
Her encounter with Mr Leavis in the school corridor came back to her and Rebecca’s cheeks warmed. What was the meaning of it? And why had he arrived so early at the school? What on earth had he been doing for the last two hours? But there was no time to dwell on those troubling thoughts. She watched as Mr Leavis – Audi-Man – strode across the hall towards her.
Feeling her resolve falter, Rebecca took a deep breath, pulled her shoulders back and remembered what she’d learnt at drama school about portraying confidence. As Mr Leavis approached she gave him the biggest smile she could muster under the circumstances and stood up to shake hands with him.
‘Good evening, Mr Leavis,’ she said, forcing the smile to remain on her face, though she would much rather have scowled at him. ‘Please sit down.’
He did so frowning at her; it looked like a puzzled frown to Rebecca though she couldn’t be sure. ‘Good evening Miss… Ms Engleton,’ he replied. He sounded flustered. Good, Rebecca thought. The boot’s on the other foot now.
She gave a little nod and looked down at Daniel’s grade sheet. It was woefully inadequate, when she knew he could do so much better. She looked up again and nearly bashed heads with Mr Leavis, who she saw was also looking at the grade sheet. Her face became hot, hotter still when he began to speak.
‘I don’t see what could possibly be so wrong with my son’s performance in class that you’re giving him such low grades. It’s his GCSE year – he needs good grades to go on and do his A-levels. There must be something wrong with your teaching methods for him to be failing so miserably. Your predecessor never had it in for him as you clearly do.’
Mr Leavis’ voice was angry, as was his expression. The word thunderous came to mind as Rebecca watched him, trying to remain cool while inside she was seething. When she spoke she was surprised by how calm she sounded.
So there you have it. If you’re reading this and thinking ‘I’d love to join in’, all you have to do is post on your blog an excerpt of whatever you’ve been working on writing-wise lately. Just make sure it relates to the date in some way. Then add your details to this linky.
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