Score stars meet


Interviewees Ranulph Fiennes and Victor Greenberg met for the first time at the Radisson Hotel in Liverpool, when Ran came to talk to guests of Rensburg Sheppards – one of the sponsors of SCORE. David Owen (pictured 2nd left, below) of Rensburgs was delighted to introduce the pair before the lecture, and to see Victor signing a copy of SCORE for Ran. Ran then returned the favour by signing a copy of his autobiography for Victor in a positive flurry of ink.

A Parliament of Scores


With the help of Business Liverpool, Liverpool Vision, and Liverpool Lane Develoment Company, we sent copies of SCORE to every MP (646 of them) plus various peers and MEPs. Why? because business is no longer a traditional route through for politicians, and few of them have any business experience. Since business is such a massive element of their constituency's health, and enterprise is the buzzword of youth and media these days, we thought they could do with an easy read to help them learn what 'enterprise' actually means.

Pictured is Ben Chapman, MP for Wirral South (that rare creature, a busincess-savvy MP) taking delivery of books for his colleagues. Piling on the agony is Paul Whitehead of Business Liverpool, and some old trout we dragged off the street for the purpose.

Scoring with Minis


Enterprise Week was fun - was at six events in London and Liverpool, talking to MPs, young entrepreneurs, enerprise graduates, GCSE students, and primary school girls. It was mostly due to SCORE, our latest book about entrepreneurs. The enthusiasm and excitement from every group was infectious and I have signed up for all kinds of projects and schemes over the next year to keep the excitement going. More of this later.

Inspired by Enterprise Week and the number of comments I heard that suggested that lots of MPs, journalists and others don't understand what enterprise is, or what kind of creature an entrepreneur is. So we've sent a copy of SCORE to every MP (646 of them) plus MEPs, some peers and journalists. Addressing and signing over 700 letters is not something I care to do every week, but if they enjoy the book and get the message, it's well worth it.


Before all that we had our last book launch of the year, waving off LEAVING, volume 5 of Mersey Minis. With the fifth volume we could launch the set in its chic PVC belt, clear, so you can see all the colours and cover illustrations. Very cute. AND we had an exhibition of all the illustrations at the same event. Lots of fun, and bundles of books vanishing with new owners - lovely.

Poetry Kit magazine now online

A message from Jim Bennett:
Poetry Kit Magazine is now online at

http://www.poetrykit.org/pkmag/index.htm

With POETRY from: Patrick Frank - Lyn Lifshin - Sam Silva - David W Rushing – Kaye Aldenhoven - Rosemary Quinn
Raud Kennedy - Lynn Strongin - Ian C Smith - Lorn Macintyre - Ashok Niyogi - Laura Solomon

POETRY FEATURE using autobiographical poetry by Alan Corkish - S. K. Iyer as a start point for responses from other poets.

REACTIONS from: Sherry Pasquarello - Waiata Dawn Davies - Stuart Nunn - James Bell - Catherine Kanaan
Philip Johnson - Gary Blankenship - Jonathan Shaw - Irene Hossack - Sally James - Barbara Philips

and including the following FEATURES
An Introduction to Hyperpoetry by Edward Picot
Legal Deposit at the British Library by Richard Price
Writers Forum - Lawrence Upton
Interview with Michael Levy
New York and what I did to it - Rosie Lugosi

Stella Duffy and Rupert Smith on books, writing, and getting published

Have a look at this. It's on Homotopia TV, so there's - unsurprisingly - a gay & lesbian angle to this conversation, but whether you're whether you're gay, straight, or confused, Rupert and Stella talk a great deal of sense about the process of writing, getting published, attracting readers and selling books. Have a watch. Go to the festival!

Hit http://homotopia.tv/ or go to 'Stella & Rup on writing' in the links list (opposite & down a bit)

Countdown to L Day


Less than three hours to go now until Liverpool's 800th anniversary. Eight centuries since Bad King John did a Good Thing and signed the first charter to turn Liverpool from a fishing village into a charter town, albeit with a modest seven streets. And it's at the bottom of one of those original streets, where the Mersey used to lap at the wall of the chapel, that we will be launching Mersey Minis 3 tomorrow afternoon. Huzzah thrice! Happy jollies to us!

So delicious you'd want to lick them










We've now got the whole series of Mersey Minis back from the printer, although Volumes 4 and 5 won't be launched till Sept and Nov respectively. They are scrumptious – shouldn't brag, I suppose, but they are just yummm. The spines of the set, lined up together, look like ice cream strips - blackcurrant, pistachio, strawberry, blueberry and peach. Positively lickable. And in a tin (which they will be come Christmas) we might sell more in food shops than bookshops.

And that's just the colours. The illustrations are fabulous – beautiful linocuts, for te covers and the 15 icons scattered through the text. And as for the reading matter – fascinating, enchanting, poignant, wry – all those jolly adjectives.

There's been nothing like them before – the combination of design, size, and content – little things, postcard sized but with plenty of good reading - perfect for pockets and handbags for reading en route or sneaky distraction in boring circumstances.

They're very different to our normal case-bound, colour photography look, and we're thrilled to bits with them, and (more to the point) with people's reactions to them. How lovely it is to have one's babies admired and cooed over....

Fewer gripes, less angst

Huzzah for Richard Ford, a literate American who has been plugging his book 'The Lay of the Land' at the Edinburgh Book Festival. The man – interviewed on the Today programme 10 minutes ago, knows the difference between 'less' and 'fewer'. He's a rare example of the species. It's one of the gaffes that makes me shout at the radio, when supposedly well educated pundits refer to 'less people' or 'less times', blissfully ignorant of the useful word 'fewer'.
I'm not sure Richard Ford will enjoy America in the next decade or so. He was incredulous that the voting public should have gone for an actor (Reagan): 'an actor!' in the 1980s. Ford is soon going to have to stomach the prospect of a presidential election featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger and George Clooney.

Birthday drumbeat

Liverpool is 800 years old, as a charter town, on 28 August this year. That's when King John signed the town's first royal charter in 1207 (although Liverpool existed, in a small way, well before that).
We (Capsica) are giving Liverpool a gift of several thousand books – copies of the third volume of Mersey Minis (see the link at side), which is all new writing gathered and commissioned specially for the occasion.
Volume 3 will ONLY be available on the day, and it is only being given away (so if someone tries to sell you a copy they're being naughty) – although you are most welcome, indeed encouraged, to cough up for the other books in the series.

And after our book launch party in the afternoon, something splendid is happening outside St George's Hall, on the plateau, at 8pm. Have a read of this, and come and join me there.

Mutual Arising is looking for 800 drummers to perform at St Georges Plateau, Liverpool City Centre, on the night of this Historic Date. Anyone can take part as the rhythm they have created for the event is very simple to learn but is very powerful to hear! The event is open to everbody and of all ages.
They would like YOU to Play YOUR Part by coming along to the event and joining in! If you are not one of the final 800 you can be part of the groove by following their ONLINE TUTORIAL (Learn At Home) available now. If you have any type of drum at home, fancy making a simple one or just want to clap, then make sure you are part of this Historic Event by and for the people of Liverpool.
Help them create the biggest beat in history. The nights activities are also being filmed and will appear in the Mutual Arising ‘Spirit of Liverpool’ movie, due for release in 2008.
There are daily workshops (not Mondays) in St George's Hall between now and the 28th – for details go to the Drum 800 website at http://www.mutualarising.com/drum800/eventnews.htm or email Drum800Workshops@mutualarising.com

Crime writers – heads up


Brilliant course being run this autumn/winter by University of Liverpool's continuing education dept: Forensic geoscience...
How smart is that to cite as your Monday evening activity of choice?
Here's the blurb:
"Crime scene investigation has become popularised by the media. This course will look at the collection of geological information and the application of analytical techniques to criminal and civil investigations ranging from murder to identifying frauds and fakes."
Starts on Monday 24 September, 7-9pm, for 15 weekly meetings.
We could all be publishing books based on forensic geoscience in a year or two – Silver Daggers a-go-go.
For more info go to http://dbweb.liv.ac.uk/cll/page.asp?page_id=7370 , ring 0151 794 2523 or email conted@liverpool.ac.uk

Abso-bloody-lutely

This is my new bĂȘte noire. Everybody says it, all the time. I exaggerate, but you must hear it too. Every time one is asked a question, the positive answer is 'absolutely'. What's really infuriating is that I heard myself say it yesterday. I agreed with what my interviewee said, strongly, and That Word fell out of my mouth. It used to be justifiable, like an exclamation mark, when used sparingly. It has now become a synonym for 'yes' and is swiftly becoming meaningless.
Few things are absolute. Very few. Indeed I'm more inclined to think that everything is relative. So my concurring noise of choice should be 'quite'.
But, for the simple life we are all supposed to desire, the best response must be, simply, Yes.
Quite.

Unggghhhhhh

Would someone please tell me how a month can disappear without so much as a bye-your-leave? I've been away for almost half of it, but what happened to the other half I can't imagine. I can't bear to write more about it.

Hell's teeth!

Another lovely launch tonight – Mersey Minis Vol. 2 - LIVING. It's at the World Museum, which is frightfully smart and really lovely – very generous of them to host us. A marvellously apt place to launch a Mersey Mini, given the international flavour of the writing and the quality of the editing and illustration. Fiona and I are very proud of these little books and so thrilled to have such enthusiastic feedback from readers, reviewers and colleagues.
However, back stage all is not smooth. For one thing, the Mersey Minis website has vanished - all people will find now is a cute little message that says 'back soon' or something similar. Not ideal. The air has been blue in Capsica Towers for the last couple of days as we try to track down our webmaster.
I'm going away on Friday and have about 5 weeks' work to do before I go. So I wake at about 3.47am most nights and spend some time (feels like years, probably 3 mins) fretting and wondering if I should get up and do something or get more sleep. The sleep usually wins, eventually.
This morning I discovered that the two rooms I thought I'd booked for my cousin and I are not booked. But lots of other people are. Booked, that is. So the house is full, and the house next door. So we might be camping for two weeks instead; Romania has had the hottest June on record, but what's the betting it will then break into the wettest July? Soggy camping. Ah well.
It all makes good fuel for the autobiography. Not that I intend writing one – it's such hard work, trawling through one's past. Hard and painful. Not pleasant. Quite apart from the question of whether anyone would want to read it (answer: a very few very very good friends, perhaps).
Must go and iron something to wear later. Can listen to the Archers while I'm doing so.

Geek chic at the Italian Club

Last night saw the first event under the Geek Chic banner, celebrating the launch of Mersey Minis with the help of the brilliant Eithne Browne, who read from the books amidst funny, sharp-edged comment; Rebecca Sharp provided the music - beautiful sounds from her Celtic harp; while Eithne and Rebecca provided nourishment for the soul, Rosaria Crolla and her staff fed the audience with delicious Italian food, good wine and the best coffee in Liverpool.
The whole idea was the brainchild of the lovely Gemma Aldcroft, who is determined to create a civilised social scene in Liverpool for those of us who are not happy with getting pissed and shouting inanities over impossibly loud music. Hurrah for Gemma!
For me and Fiona it was wonderful to see the enthusiasm and pleasure that everyone showed for our gorgeous little books. I hope that Deborah Mulhearn, the series editor, was delighted with her reception and the audience's very evident appreciation of her work.
A huge thanks to everyone there last night for making a great evening and the first of many to come.

Unfortunate titles No. 69

This ranks high in the list of titles to which time has not been kind. The delicious Richard Ingrams mentioned this on Quote Unquote the other day, and now it is flying round the internet:

Mr. Pink-Whistle Interferes

Author: Enid Blyton
1st Edition: 1950
Publisher: George Newnes
Illustrator: Dorothy M. Wheeler
Genre: Fantasy

Book launch - want to come?


The next launch – for Mersey Minis Vol 2 LIVING) is on Tuesday 26 June, and if you'd like to come I'd like to see you there. But (here it comes, the catch) we don't have unlimited space and the invitation list is long. If you'd like to come, contact me by posting a comment here (say if you don't want it published - I see all comments before they go on here) and telling me why you should be at the launch. If you have a convincing reason, I'll be delighted to send you an invitation. Convincing reasons include a promise to buy books, for instance, but I'll look forward to your imaginative justifications.
Have a look at the volume 2 LIVING blog (link opposite) to see how cute these little books are, and how much people love them already.

Hell's bells and buckets of blood

Jumpin Jehosephat.... It's more than a month since I last posted. Just show how angst-ridden the publishing life must be.
We're coming up for the deadline of the Mersey Minis competition - only a few days to go – and the entries are now pouring in from anxious writers longing to be in LONGING (volume 3). There's some great stuff, some dull stuff, and some odd stuff. Good odd, and bad odd. But by and large the standard is pretty damn good.
It's been fun getting entries, since I get a sneak preview before they all go off to the judges next week. I've tried to give people hints in the blog (www.merseyminis.com) as to the prevailing trends, and what is still virgin territory, and it seems that people are reading and – huzzah! – taking note.
We're getting wonderful compliments about Mersey Minis from every direction – which is delightful, heartening, and augurs well for the series. Have a look at the various book blogs (see links opposite) for the ones that have come in via email.
On 20th June there is an event in Liverpool to celebrate the first volume and give the audience a sneak preview of the second volume which will be out on the 26th. Tickets from The Italian Club on Bold Street...

John Kremer on how to get published

people often asked how they can get published, and many assume that there is only one way – getting a publisher to accept your manuscript. Due to advancing technology and evolving trends in the publishing, bookselling and reading worlds, there are now many options. John Kremer, whose weekly (free) ezine on book marketing is always worth a read, has produced a list of eight ways to get your book into print:

"You have eight options in publishing a book:
1. Self-publishing. Getting your own printer, publishing your book, and marketing it. That's how I've published six editions of 1001 Ways to Market Your Books.
2. Set up your own publishing company. For example, my company: Open Horizons.
3. Print-on-demand printer. You self-publish but you use a POD printer to produce copies 1 to 100 copies at a time. For example, Lightning Source or AdiBooks.
4. Print-on-demand publisher. You pay a POD publisher to publish your book. For example, iUniverse, Lulu, Xlibris, Infinity Publishing, etc. For example, Infinity publishes John Kremer's Self-Publishing Hall of Fame (also available as an ebook download from BookMarket.com).
5. Sell rights to a small publisher and let them publish and promote your book. For example, New World Library, Santa Monica Press, etc. I sold the rights to High-Impact Marketing on a Low-Impact Budget to Prima Publishing (now part of Random House).
6. Sell rights to a large publisher and let them publish and promote your book. For example, Simon & Schuster, Random House, etc. I sold rights to The Complete Direct Marketing Sourcebook to John Wiley.
7. Self-publish your book only as an e-book. For example, my new ebook on distribution: Book Marketing 105: Choosing a Book Distribution System — This vital mini-guide includes criteria for deciding how you will distribute your books. Also includes complete information on 30 book distributors, 4 library distributors, 89 book publishers who also distribute for other publishers, 3 sales representatives to the chains, 27 bookstore wholesalers, 34 library wholesalers, and 23 Spanish-language wholesalers. Plus a sample book distribution contract. Ebook download, $30.00.
8. Blog your book. Rather than publishing your book on paper, you could simply blog it using a free or paid online blogging service. I'll be doing several books like this in the coming months."

John adds that he could write a book about each option. Each has pros and cons, and apart from major strokes of luck each option needs some (actually, quite a lot of) knowledge to get the best result for you. The option you choose will depend on your objectives, your personality and the book(s) you want to publish. As John points out, he has used different options at different times.
You will hear stories of being stung - or completely screwed - by hard nosed or (at worse) amoral operators, be they mainstream or niche. You will also hear stories of happy experiences and successes ranging from the modest to the headline-grabbing.
Some of it is luck, most of it is about hard work, research, and contacts. There is masses of information – much of it honest and helpful – on the net and on bookshelves; there are lots of people in the publishing, writing and selling worlds who are generous with advice and concrete help.
The aggravating facts are that no-one but you can make the decision; that whichever route you go for, it will mean lots of work; and that before you talk to anyone in the publishing world it's essential to have done your initial research. t the very least, this means snooping around bookshops, online or 3D, to see what's already out there, and to see what the fashions are in book design, hot topics and so on.

You can sign up for a free sub to John Kremer's book marketing ezine at http://www.bookmarket.com

Launching LANDING


The first of our delectable Mersey Minis is launched.
Everyone turned up, and drank, and ate, and listened, and clapped, and chatted, and bought books, and queued for Deb's signature, and stayed for more wine and food and chat, and had to get turfed out so the BBC could go home.
I crawled home on hands and knees, no longer capable of standing upright. Not from quantities of vino (evening's total was three glasses of water and one of Asda's orange&grapefruit) but just complete knackeredness.
Am really chuffed that lots of friends and most favourite brother in law made sterling efforts and got through the building site that is Liverpool to join us.
Will reflect more, but not till I get back from Transylvania. Taxi due in 3 hours with plenty still to do. eek.

London Book Fair

These massive events are not a great draw for me. I always dread going, and I always find at least one really useful/interesting/amusing person there, often several. There are always ideas sparked, sometimes a real winner of a spark. I always come back exhausted but happy. I still dread going to the next.
Yesterday I dragged myself out of my pit at 4.30am to get to Earl's Court for 9am, so I was in a commuting daze before I started, and headed straight for the first available source of coffee. A woman grabbed the spare seat at my table, and we swapped condolences on lack of sleep (she has a small child with early rising tendencies). This bright spark, who works for the BBC, met all the criteria mentioned, so I could, at that point (9.23am) happily have gone straight back home after a good day's work.
However, there were people to see and books (about 3,549,721) to drool over, so we had a busy day meeting and drooling, with not enough stops for tea. The best meetings were the chance ones, and it will be fun to see what comes of two, in particular.
I left at five for another meeting, with a charming and enthusiastic and amusing fellow called Graham, and then slid back to Euston for the last meeting, this one purely social, with another amusing and charming chap called Nigel, whose daughter has just finished her first novel.
After waving goodbye to Nigel, I fell to my knees and crawled back to the station, on to the train, into a seat designed for a humanoid with no need for sleep, and slept. I was woken periodically by a pain in my neck - metaphorical, caused by whingeing infant opposite, or physical, caused by alien-designed seats that encourage head to fall sideways, foreward or backward at unhelpful angles. Not altogether bad, since it meant I woke up just in time to hear the warning of arrival at Runcorn, rather than a rude awakening at Lime Street, where my car wasn't.
This morning I have a stiff neck and bags-for-life under my eyes, but a sheaf of eager little business cards jiggling about on my desk for attention. And a stolen book (thanks, Hodders) in case my eyelids stay open for more than 3 seconds tonight.

grrrr sound of grinding teeth between laughter

Pointed at this brilliant site I was laughing, out loud, on a Monday morning, when I should be en route to the London Book Fair but due to circumstances I shall not relate for entirely personal reasons am 24 hours late leaving for London.
Please come back to this blog after watching the 5-minute stop-frame animation (nearest concept I can find to describe it) of Miranda July's kitchen sink (well, fridge and stove) comedy-drama. She is either a genius (probably) or has a publicist of remarkable talent. What I really envy is how clean her cooker is. Mine is newer, dark green (hides dirt better) and still not as squeaky. Congratulations, Miranda. Hope you sell a shed-load.

Semantics


Some sweetly literal soul queried the use of the term 'bookmaker' at the head of this blog.
I was being a bit of a punster there, dear heart. I don't stand by the rails hoping the favourite in the 3.30 at Haydock falls at the last. What I do, what we do as a team, is create, produce, generate, manufacture books. Bits of paper with ink on, cut, sewn together and glued between bits of cardboard and wrapped in shiny jackets to educate, inform and entertain the great reading masses.
Well, a modest segment of the reading masses. We're still waiting for the million-seller, I freely confess. Never believe a publisher who mutters about quality rather than quantity. We might like waving a posh book at booksellers, but we still want them to sell in truck loads.
The best seller is just round the corner. I can feel it in my lovely bones.

MERSEY MINIS ARE COMING


The first volume of Mersey Minis – our five-volume series of delicious little books – will be launched on 27 April; it is on press at the printers in Verona, as I write.
Volumes 2-5 will be published every two months after that - in June, August, October and December – and Vol.3 will be a wildly special little number, all new writing, with 20,000 copies given away (ie free) in Liverpool and Merseyside on the 800th anniversary of King John's charter: 28 August.
For lots of news and a guide to the competition (and how you can enter), hit the Mersey Minis link opposite.

WOW! What a bargain!!!!

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Is someone at Amazon having a larf? Have they just had their payrise requested turned down flat?

hoho.

Real costs of writing books

Everybody knows the price of a book, but how many know the cost? For the first time ever the human costs of writing have been measured in dollars and cents. Here is the emotional cost to the auteur of a literary non-fiction tome:
- The agony of creation, the anguish of being a sensitive artist in a harsh and cruel world $4,415.99
- The sting of anonymity, the pain of not being lionized by total strangers $1,831.35
- The aching injustice of not receiving a large advance from greedy, money mad publishers $3,965.08
- The annoyance of having people insist that the book be published before they pay for it $2,942.74
- The hurt and humiliation of not making even one pre publication best seller list $2,627.50
- The shock of being snubbed by the Pulitzer Prize Committee $3,500.00
- The misery of receiving reviews by reviewers who have no soul $4,726.13
- Fresh, creative, original ideas $1.41
Total $24,010.20

There you have it. Figures don't lie. The poor darlings. One wonders why they insist on doing it. No, really.

Ornery writers

Are writers a particularly mulish bunch? Having worked carefully and with much debate on a set of rules and guidelines for our writing competition, we thought they were clear. And we thought, naively, that people would follow said R&Gs. But no. We've had our first "Why not poetry" query, complete with poem, sent without entry form, entirely ignoring all R&Gs. It profiteth him not, of course, as we don't want poetry. And we do want entry forms. There are good reasons for this. We are not form-filling box-tickers by nature, so if we say 'send forms' we mean 'send forms'.
pant, pant, soaring blood pressure, steam building behind ears. Well, not really. But if you are planning to enter the competition, fab, groovy, marvellous, huzzah, but please accept the R&Gs. They aren't demanding, difficult or degrading.
We'd be so grateful.

Huzzah!


Another one off to the printers, after a 3am finish.
The last stages of production took longer than expected – as always – but it's worth it. These are going to be gorgeous little books, the Mersey Mini series, and a wonderful gift (although I say it myself) for Liverpool's 800th birthday this year.
Deb, the editor, has done a fantastic job of researching and tracking down an astonishing list of names who have written about Liverpool and the Mersey – it's a glorious collection of people, stories, styles and viewpoints.
Even the first volume spans the full eight centuries, former slaves, princes, servants, royalty, celebs, and more famous literary names than you could shake a stick at.
And Clare's illustrations are just scrumptious.
All three of us – series editor, publisher and production bod – woke up (separately) this morning with a start, thinking of something we should have done and didn't. But nothing drastic. Ah well - there are four more volumes to come, so perfection can wait till Vol.2....

Odd but wildly inspirational

After the excitement over wild book titles the other morning, Today got Alexander McCall Smith to judge entries for their first few paras of these titles.

A couple of tantalising first few words from Martin Johns, for 'The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America: A Guide to Field Identification':
Tricia stopped, holding me back by my jacket. Turning, her gaze fixed me. Her eyes were the azure of mountain lakes. Overhead the rain started to pour again.
'It's a Walmart 379 Z, with Mk 1 wheels', she said coldly....

Peter Kay saw 'Better Never To Have Been: The Harm of Coming Into Existence' as a recently-discovered fragment of 16th century manuscript, unambiguously signed in biro "William Shakespeare"
ACT 1, SCENE 1
The streets of London (© McTell, all rights reserved). Night, rain (© Lennon/McCartney... no, that's enough of those. Get on with it). Enter an environmentalist, weeping......

Pamela Morley was runner up, but the winner was Tim Sanders, whose entry begins thus:
How Green Were The Nazis?
The sound of creaking leather from their collective greatcoats broke the silence as the assembled Wehrmacht officers leaned forward to examine the huge table map of the Spreewald, the vast forest area standing between the XI SS Panzer Corps and the Red Army. The problem was clear - vast stretches of gorse in the forest (ulex europeus) were in flower and it was the nesting season of the rare inversely-spotted bark-spitter.....

For the rest of these luscious entries, go to the Today website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/today/ and click on the odd book titles. Bliss.

Quote of the week

I am always interested in why young people become writers, and from talking with many I have concluded that most do not want to be writers working eight and ten hours a day and accomplishing little; they want to have been writers, garnering the rewards of having completed a best-seller. They aspire to the rewards of writing but not to the travail.
~ James A. Michener ~

Gutter press

With Ken-Our-Brilliant-Designer this evening, working on the cover and typestyle of the Mersey Minis series (Volume 1 published in April), my bonnet was suddenly full of bees about the gutter.
The gutter (if you're not familiar with this use of the word) is where the inside margins meet in each double page spread. If the margins are too narrow, the edges of the text fall into the gutter and forces the reader to bend the book back and – often – break its spine.
This drives me nuts. It's something that stirs the bees in my headgear.
The solution that you will find in our books is to make the inside margins wider than the outside ones. A simple answer, but it allows one to read the book without violence.
Have a look at Capsica books and note the generous gutter margins that we provide for our readers. We don't like our books' spines to be snapped for no good reason.

Spoon boxes hit Jim Naughtie and John Humphries


Just moments ago the Seaweed Symposium and the Tattooed Mountain Women were a hot news topic on BBC Radio 4's Today programme. Both titles sound excellent and are now on the way to being best sellers. The spoon boxes even have the most brilliant team of authors. If you'd like a copy of this one, go to Cornucopia at the link below.
Tattooed Mountain Women and Spoon Boxes of Daghestan
By Robert Chenciner, Gabib Ismailov and Magomedkhan Magomedkhanov
Published by Bennet and Bloom, 2006
List price £19.99 plus £2.80 p&p
SPECIAL OFFER PRICE £15.99
http://www.cornucopia.net/abouttmw.html

Mad book titles

I try to put myself in the shoes of the publisher who chose these titles and (presumably) thought they might sell. There are the academic tomes, such as
- Proceedings of the Second International Workshop on Nude Mice
- Proceedings of the Eighteenth International Seaweed Symposium
There are the deep niches of special interest, such as:
- Greek Rural Postmen and Their Cancellation Numbers
- Highlights in the History of Concrete
And then there are just the bonkers ones:
- How to Shit in the Woods, an Environmentally Sound Approach to a Lost Art
- Living with Crazy Buttocks
- People Who Don't Know They´re Dead: How They Attach Themselves to Unsuspecting Bystanders and What to Do About It.
- How Green Were the Nazis?
-The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America: a Guide To Field Identification
- Tattooed Mountain Women and Spoon Boxes of Daghestan: Magic Medicine Symbols in Silk, Stone, Wood and Flesh
Marvellous. I have in mind a new imprint, putting out slim volumes with titles madder than a bag of beetles, just for the joy of it.

Want to get published? Then get real

Two recent events have set a bee a-buzz in my publisher’s bonnet.
The first was was a chat with an organiser of one of the literary festivals that abound in the region; the second was an email from a friend and would-be book author about a writing course she had invested in. They had one startling fact in common: neither had any connection with the cold commercial reality of producing and selling books.
My shady past and part-time present as a hack and author gives me an unfair advantage over those who think no publisher truly understands the soul of a writer. They can get quite umpty when I reveal my soulful existence as one of their number, despite the recent injection of commercialism: they clearly think I have gone to the bad for wanting to bring grubby cash in to the equation, so these conversations tend to be quite short.
The festival organiser is a chum of long-standing, and as well as sitting round a large committee table dreaming up excitements for next year’s festival, she runs creative writing and poetry classes, and a popular writing website. What she hasn’t done is to get her work published beyond some stories in The People’s Friend. Her enthusiasm is infectious and undimmed, but she lives in the warm fuzzy world of the hobby writer with dreams but no real prospects of earning a living from books.
Nothing wrong with that at all. I amuse myself when I go off to Transylvania by digging out my crime novel and writing another chapter or two. I know perfectly well that it’s unlikely to get published, mostly because I’ll never finish it; and that if some fool of a publisher took it on it would soon languish in an unpromoted heap of remaindered copies. But it’s fun, and fills the long quiet Carpathian evenings.
Back to the festival organiser. There was nothing in this year’s festival line-up that related to publishing: the process, the market, the business model, the nitty-gritty of production. Nor was there a hint of the bookselling world; perhaps none of those at the conference had any interest in actually selling a book. Maybe the Creative Art is enough to feed their literary souls.
Same thing with the woman on the writing course. Lots of great stuff on pace, dialogue, character, et al. They were showing, not telling, and making flow charts of the plot for all they were worth. But not a sniff of how the relationship between author and publisher works; nothing to hint at the damaging bitchiness of editors and agents, or the philistine demands of the bean-counters.
If, that is, you ever get to meet a real live publisher. The book industry is morphing into a very different life form, and every part of the chain is affected. Authors who don’t understand what’s going on and how they have to adapt to survive, won’t get on to book shelves, not even via self-publishing. The DIY option is a Morecambe beach of the book world: get it right and you can do very well; choose the wrong path and it’s a slow, painfully expensive, and inevitable doom.
The frustration is that there is so much free help out there, in bookshops and on the internet; for a few hours’ surfing, or £20 in Waterstones, wannabe authors could get some seriously valuable advice to take them to within spitting distance of a book deal. But although they claim to be desperate to get published, they won’t make that small effort.
Book on to another course for wannabes, dearie, and don’t bother those of us who are trying to earn a living.