Trusting my author instincts

Something has changed in my approach to writing.

Or perhaps it’s just a change for the book I’m currently working on. I usually meticulously plot chapter by chapter, but for the sequel to Social Media Central, that’s not the case. Maybe it’s because it needs twists and turns as its a dystopian thriller. It’s better for me to surprise myself by which dilemma Tayler finds himself, while I work out ways of bailing him out.

I have a mass of notes for this project and although I did plot many chapters for the first quarter of the book, I didn’t follow the plan. The same things happen, just not in the same order and sometimes not in the same way.

Social Media Central also ended up being written with the same approach.

While I had much of it plotted I went off course to experiment with other ideas. Even several versions of the same scene were penned before I felt the details were right. And while I knew the ending would be about Tayler giving in to mass culture by becoming famous for creating something just as mundane as cat videos, a better ending came as I was writing it.

And so too with my current project. I trusted myself to start it before I had worked out three quarters of the plot. Yet I’m finding inspiration in daily life and through random thoughts that have become the notes which are driving the story. Usually these ideas help shape the next draft of a book but this time I’m working through my chaotic ideas, piecing them together as I go along.

My other work in progress hasn’t been approached the same way.

The Midnight Man is a Magic Realism story about a guy finding the man he needs in his dreams. This was plotted, as all my fantasy books are. It’s currently resting before I tackle it for its second draft, and as usual, other new scene ideas have come up.  This is my usual approach.  For this project I feel I need to include more backstory and to give my main character an obsession for muesli bars.

So maybe I’ve found a new way of working. Or maybe just a different way to approach a particular genre. I’m enjoying where this ride might take me. The irony is I read Stephen King’s book about writing recently and found he doesn’t believe in plotting. It was the only advice of his I didn’t agree with. Yet here I am working closer to his style.

It seems I’m more confident to break my own rules these days.

Writing ‘At Your Service’ – Guest blog by K.S. Trenten

Author K.S. Trenten has popped over to tell us who’s the fairest of them all in her reinvention of the Cinderella story for the NineStar Press anthology, Once Upon a Rainbow, Volume 2.


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I’ve been thinking about desire, what makes a person desirable for quite some time.

Certain images are used in the media, marketed as desirable. A massive, bare male chest. Prodigious feminine cleavage. Bare skin, ripped shirts, and slitted skirts.

There’s a very different aesthetic in certain types of Japanese manga and anime, an aesthetic which hooks me and reels me in. It’s an aesthetic that gives characters an androgynous, almost angelic perfection beyond gender.

The latter works much better on hooking me. The former has captivated countless readers.

This got me thinking about how different notions of desire could be. Lately, I’ve had a mischievous impulse to explore eccentric tastes, ideas of beauty that most people would raise their eyebrows at. This impulse inspired me to write ‘Seven Tricks’ but I’d explored this theme in an earlier story, ‘At Her Service’.

One wouldn’t think of a bony ankle as being sexy. The old ‘Cinderella’ image of the wicked stepsisters, trying to cram their enormous feet into the tiny slipper isn’t meant to be attractive.

We’re supposed to laugh at it. What if someone didn’t? What if that someone enjoyed tickling and squeezing her mistress’s big, bony foot into a small glass shoe? How could I make it a sensual experience? How could I relay how she felt, touching that foot?

I was already thinking she, because ‘At Her Service’ was originally intended to be a f/f story for a fairy tale anthology. I’d started writing the story which would become ‘Fairest’, when inspiration for another submission struck.

I was trying to reinvent classic fairy tales without the prince. In Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty, the conflict is between the main character and a woman who torments her, hunts her, or curses her. Sometimes she’s a wicked stepmother. Sometimes she’s a evil queen. Sometimes she’s a witch or faerie.

What if she was something else entirely to the main character?

I love fusing romantic tension into a conflict between two characters. Once I had the initial idea of the slipper, the rest of my story began to blossom around Cinders and her mistress.

Cinders would be a girl very much like I once was. A klutz, perfectly hopeless at housework. There was only one thing she had any skill at, coaxing her mistress’s feet into the glass slippers. She’d pour all of her repressed passion for her mistress into this act. For this Cinderella was going to be infatuated with her lady, not some prince she met at a ball.

I couldn’t dismiss the prince, though. I found myself thinking a lot about him, the power of the myth surrounding him (see my interview with Matt Doyle). Exploring that legend provided another source of inspiration for the story.

Ultimately, I wanted Cinders not to be interested in him. He’d court her, try to tempt her, but he’d be unable to offer her what she really wants.

Not every girl can be swept off her feet. Some are more than happy to simply admire another girl’s ankles.

Cinders is one of them.


Thanks for joining me at my place today, K.S. Trenten. You can check out some wonderful twists on classic fairy tales, including the story At Your Service, in  Once Upon a Rainbow Volume 2.

Pick up a copy through Amazon or Barnes and Noble

Make sure you also say hello to K.S. Trenten at her Facebook page, via Twitter, on Tumblr and on Goodreads.

Then go and check out her blogs. Yes, blogs, plural. Also known as the Cauldrons of Eternal Inspiration.

https://inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com
https://inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com
https://cauldronkeeper.livejournal.com
https://rhodrymavelyne.dreamwidth.org

The Paradox of Science Fiction (Guest blog – Rebecca Langham)

Rebecca Langham has several things in common with me. Firstly, she is a fellow author at NineStar Press. Secondly, she is Australian and lives north of Sydney in the Blue Mountains. Thirdly, we’ve both been emailing each other frantically because we are going to promote our sci-fi books (mine comes out in March) at the Supanova convention in Sydney in June.

Rebecca’s debut novel, Beneath the Surface, is the story of alien outsiders and a human named Lydia, who finds a different reality about those who live beneath the surface to what she was told.

So welcome Ms Langham to my blog as she talks us through the paradox of science fiction.


I started writing Beneath the Surface to write the kind of story I wanted to read. What kind of story is that? Yes, it’s one with female main characters who are attracted to other women, but who also have positive, complex relationships with the men in their lives. I’ve read so many stories in the #lesfic world where the men end up sexually assaulting the women and/or completely disregard or denigrate their same-sex attractions. You won’t find much of that in Beneath the Surface.

There are no simple ‘good guys’ or ‘bad guys’ either, though people of course do things that we could judge as either moral or immoral.  It’s also a story driven by character and world-building, with a gradual and subtle sense of evolution for my leading lady, Lydia, who’s biggest flaw is her passivity, her blind acceptance of the world as it is presented to her by those in power.

Beneath the Surface is not a story for those who look for action, horror, or thriller elements in their sci-fi. It is a classic style of literary genre fiction, looking to explore some elements of our zeitgeist – the spirit of our times. Culture. Politics. Power. Greed. History.

I also started writing this book because I was inspired by the multitude of strong female and queer writers and characters I was seeing more and more of out there in the world of fiction. Inspired…but also frustrated. I love the warrior women (Xena, Lexa…yeah, don’t start me on Lexa), but I wanted to see more women who were strong because without a weapon. Masculine traits (which are, of course, not just for men!) tended to be used to symbolise female strength. Whilst this is a good thing, and I want us to keep seeing women who can kick ass – literally – there was a trend where that was the main way to represent female empowerment in sci-fi. Or maybe I’m just reflecting my own book, movie, and TV show choices here. Hmm.

Sci-fi has a long history of breaking ground when it comes to inclusivity. Martin Luther King Jr’s conversation with Nichelle Nichols is a famous and poignant example of how important representation can be. Not only did MLK convince her to remain with Star Trek as Uhura because of the power of representation, she then went on to become involved in advocating for NASA to include both woman and African Americans in the space program as astronauts.

There are countless examples of powerful representations of gender, sexuality, culture, politics, power, and historical forces through science fiction books, films, and TV shows. Sci-fi pushes into areas of human identity that most genres are unwilling to explore, as we can use distant settings in time and space as a means to examine that which is actually right in front of us.

At the same time, there’s been a long history of the androcentric in sci-fi, with female writers struggling to get their stories out there. Those who critiqued Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein without knowing the writer was a woman, were largely impressed by her work. However, consider this response from The British Critic:

The writer of it is, we understand, a female; this is an aggravation of that which is the prevailing fault of the novel; but if our authoress can forget the gentleness of her sex, it is no reason why we should; and we shall therefore dismiss the novel without further comment.

It may have been 200 years ago that this novel was gradually released, but the genre is still one that’s characterised by a paradox of both inclusion and exclusion, with most award-winners being men and most protagonists also being men. Women are often included as part of an ‘ensemble cast’, and usually there are less of them than their male counterparts.

It’s an exciting time, though! Stories that feature a female protagonist are, slowly but surely, being recognised, promoted and accepted. Some of these are even written by women, too. Gender and sexually diverse characters are also appearing more frequently than ever before both on the page and on the screen, though there’s still a sense of trepidation from major publishers and producers when it comes to putting these characters anywhere other than on the periphery. TV programs like Orphan Black and Lost Girl, however, have been immensely successful, helping to prove that people are interested in female leads that aren’t strictly heteronormative. I can’t tell you how excited I am to see a female Doctor (Who)! Women, people of colour, LGBTQIA+…characters and writers alike are venturing into a new space in sci-fi where quality stories both by and about minorities are being produced in ever-increasing numbers.

The next few years look to be bright in the world of genre fiction. I’m so proud that my novel, which may not be for everyone (but hopefully it will resonate for a few readers out there), will contribute in some small way to finding a way to break the paradox of sci-fi as one of the most inclusive, yet exclusive, genres.


Thanks to Rebecca for popping over to my little spot on the web. If you’d like to know more about this talented author, check out her website at www.rebeccalangham.com.au.

And check out her novel at NineStar Press or grab an old fashioned paperback from Amazon.

Words. They have power!

I’ve often blogged about my favourite editor, Mary Belk.

She was assigned to my first novel and totally helped me re-imagine it. But I realised something the other day. I have no idea what she looks or sounds like. That’s not unusual as I have the same relationship with my current editor, Jason.

I wanted to Skype Mary but she wouldn’t allow it. The same book, Drama Queens with Love Scenes, was assessed over three drafts by a woman named Janet who I’d met. I even had one of my consultations over the phone.

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Photo courtesy of Start Up Stock Photos

But without knowing her voice or seeing her face, Mary sticks in my mind.

She taught me so much more about writing. She’s passed on since so I’ll never get to know what she looked like (yes, I’ve Googled. Nothing!) or hear her voice for the first time. Yet, through her written words, she’s touched me.

This made me ponder my other modern relationships, especially those I only experience online.

There’s a stark difference between those who use words and those who use images.

Those that I know in real life that share pictures, I feel connected to. Those that I know personally who only use pictures but I don’t see regularly, I feel are disconnecting. Yet others who I’ve never met but share comments with regularly on social media feel closer.

I know you’ll probably read that last paragraph again. If you’re my age and remember the difference between an acquaintance and a friend then you might recognise that in an online age, this distinction has already blurred.

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Image by Kellipics, courtesy of Pixabay

I used to love talking to friends on the phone for hours as a teenager.

Often a phone call seems like a hindrance now. And if you ever ask me what was humankind’s greatest invention, I’d pick language over the wheel any day. And even though a picture is worth a thousand words, we don’t communicate just by sending images back and forth.

Words are what affect us. They comfort us. They show us what we all have in common.

Our Christmas tree

It’s time for a confession. Some years our Christmas tree doesn’t go up. We may have to travel to see family straight after working all the way up to the holidays so, as no one is going to visit, it stays in its box in the garage.

Maybe I’m getting older and sentimental, or maybe it’s because we have a few new decorations, but I decided it was time to get back into the spirit of the season.

So today’s blog is about our decorations, the idea partly stolen from a recent blog by Canadian writer, ‘Nathan Burgoine, and partly because I’ve been doing Instagram posts of our decorations and it seemed like a good idea.

Above and below are images of harlequins that we bought during post Christmas sales at David Jones (for those outside Australia, it’s a ‘fancy’ department store). So now comes my ‘first world problems’ gripe. It’s hard to find Christmas ornaments this beautiful here in Australia anymore. These are nearly twenty years old and have never stopped being my favourites.

The little fella below is an ornament a friend hid down his pants. Seriously! How this fragile thing didn’t shatter is beyond me.

My partner took me to Cirque du Soleil as a birthday present last year. This guy was based on one of the main characters in the show, and although I fell in love with him in the gift store, I decided to buy the soundtrack album as a memento instead. So my partner bought it and gave it to our friend to hide. He rushed off to the toilet and buried it under his jeans, leaving his shirt loose over the top. Thankfully, it survived.

Many gay guys have discovered Diamond Mermen (imagine the Village People extending into a larger singing group and each of their characters being immortalised with a sparkling fish tail), and although we’ve bought three from the range, only one of them is a merman. Come to think of it, we’ve only bought these on trips to America and its always a challenge to repack our suitcases to bring these home in the large boxes they come in.

Also in the Diamond Merman range was this guy. If you look closely you’ll see this Jesus style ornament has green fairy wings on his back. This was discovered on (you guessed it) a trip to the US. I caught up with author, SA Collins, while visiting San Francisco back in September and when we passed a Christmas shop, well, I didn’t stop at just window shopping. And yes, I know Jesus should be represented as a newborn at this time of year, but look at it this way, at least he’s represented somehow as part of our Christmas.

There’s more ornaments on the tree I can talk about. There’s more I’ve seen overseas that I’ve never bought including one based on Kiss’s Gene Simmons. Yes, Kiss make Christmas decorations!

But I’m glad the tree is up this year. Often we are too busy that Christmas suddenly appears before we’ve made an effort to be part of it. I miss the days when we genuinely slowed down toward the end of November and shopped and drank too much. And we found time to catch up with everyone we worked or played with before the day of family arrived.

So putting up the tree this year was my way of getting a little of that back.

‘A Face Without A Heart’ by Rick R. Reed

I have a confession. Although this story is set in modern times, I kept picturing it set in the late nineteenth century. This is, after all, a retelling of an Oscar Wilde classic. When a modern prop like a g-string was mentioned my mind re-adjusted, but just as quickly all the characters were back in steam-era clothing.

Rick’s updated version has Gary as the doomed man who discovers his own fountain of youth. His early naive then  hedonistic exploits drive the story, as drag queen, Henrietta, becomes the closest person to understand what makes Gary tick.

The darker chapters of the tale, especially in the second half of the book, worked for me. Details of debauched parties, of Gary submitting to his darker side and of Henrietta’s observations of what’s going on were, to me, this book’s highlights. Liam’s immature yearnings for Gary made me cringe as I knew someone like him long ago — old enough to know better but somehow not wiser with age. He quickly became the lesser important wheel to this story.

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As I know the original story well, it was the second half that felt more fresh. I was in no hurry to keep reading until I reached half way. Also, Gary seemed like an odd name for a main character who’s charismatic. Liam, who is the reserved artist, has the more exotic name. As the tale is told first person by several characters, I had to keep reminding myself that Gary was not the artist and Liam was not the man losing his soul. But this tells you more about me as a reader than it does about the book.

An aspect I particularly liked was the way the writer ended the book. I’m trying not to give a spoiler but at the same time I’m trying to shed light on a certain style. Several days ago a millennial friend told me she was reading H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds. I asked her to discuss the ending with me once she finishes. To me, Wells’ novel ends perfectly with the second last chapter. Maybe, as this was originally serialised in a sci-fi magazine, there was a reason to summarise key thoughts in one extra instalment. Why am I rambling on about another novel entirely? Because Rick’s book has the opposite approach. You know the book is finished but the story definitely isn’t. There’s lingering confusion and heartache. I was both satisfied and intrigued.

So in the end, Face Without A Heart reeled me in. I liked the characters from the start but as the years moved forward the story found its own momentum.

The Multimedia Author

Three things happened in the past weeks.

One involved film making, the others involved the challenges of social media. After much badgering from my younger work colleagues I finally joined Instagram. The odd thing is, I’m enjoying it more than I thought.

My high school teacher friend groans about how we have several social platforms that do exactly the same thing. I don’t agree. I already knew the difference between a Facebook and a Twitter audience, but I couldn’t see much variation between sharing photos on FB and Insta. As I’m a visual person I now know finding creative artists and photographers on Instagram is the trick.

Image by Kellipics, courtesy of Pixabay

I’ve already unfollowed a few that treat this photographic platform for selfies, or for sharing, well, Facebook-style posts. 

Instead, I’m exploring the imagery of those who are sharing the offbeat, or a wider world that’s bigger than themselves. Why would I want my Twitter, Instagram and Facebook feeds to all look the same?

Last Tuesday I was part of a Facebook promotion day with my colleagues at NineStar Press.  

It was for the release of a new anthology, Once Upon a Rainbow, and, although I’m not in it, I welcomed the chance to go live for an hour as did the authors before and after me. I’d done this once before, sharing quizzes and games with whomever turned up online. This time I had Facebook Live on my side.

I’ll be honest. I only prepared for my part in the forty-five minutes leading up to my slot in the schedule. I practised some readings and quickly found the old graphics I used that last time. And I learnt that my wrap around phone case is perfect for hanging my mobile over the laptop screen. I can still type on my keyboard while using the decent camera on my smartphone to telecast with.

Image by Geralt, courtesy of Pixabay

The same team of authors is thinking about a scheduled author live event once a month, or quarterly. This could catch on. As I found out recently, a Facebook Live video is four times more likely to show up in a person’s news feed after the broadcast than an uploaded video. It’s worth considering for any author who needs more exposure.

Finally, I shot and edited my next book trailer.

I used three topless men and a femme fatale to promote my novel, Social Media Central. Oddly, this book won’t be out until March 2018, but it feels good to know I’m well ahead in my marketing.

Anyone whose followed my blog knows that this was an effort. I had every cast member locked in since August except for my redheaded female. I didn’t find her until October, but at the eleventh hour she had to work on our shoot day. I had to rethink the storyboard and add an extra location just for her. We shot her special appearance the following day.

I’m really excited with the way the trailer turned out but know I have to keep it under wraps until next year. It’s not easy. I’m dying to share even though there is no final product shot (as the cover won’t be designed for a while). As my partner always says to me – I have to learn patience.

Image by Methodshop, courtesy of Pixabay

But tomorrow I’m looking forward to a whole day of getting lost in my current work in progress – ironic considering that in the end, all of the above is to help get my name out as a writer.

‘London Triptych’ by Jonathan Kemp

I don’t rave about books on my blog, yet there’s been quite a few I’ve loved. So I decided I’m long overdue in sharing what I’ve been reading.

Several books ago I picked up a copy of Jonathan Kemp’s London Triptych. I’d read some reviews in the past, so when the novel was begging me to pick it up and buy it, I headed its call. It’s probably the last book I’ve read that I couldn’t put down.

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This is a slow burn tale, or more to the point, three slow burning tales. But each carries the same dramatic arc as each chapter flicks back and forth between three characters in three timelines.

We first meet overly sensitive Colin, trapped in fear in the 1950’s. He’s a man who has suppressed his homosexuality, even though he grew up aware it was there. His backstory, as he carefully shares it with us, is heart breaking. A marriage of convenience and a lack of any type of sex life lead him close to breaking point when he finds a young nude model to paint.

Colin’s misplaced sexual exploitative years come to the surface as this middle aged man tries to make sense of his desires, without the help of gay friends or life experience. He is equally aroused and repulsed by his own thoughts toward the younger man he desires, as he is about his own sexuality.

Next we meet David, a man in jail in 1998, recalling his life during London’s punk/new wave/new romantic period. He lives in a time when being gay wasn’t easy, but it is definitely easier for him than it is for the other two characters in this book. So why is David in jail?

As I said, these are slow, yet captivating, stories, and as David tells his tale over the course of the novel, we find that love led him to his fate. How, why and whom are gradually and satisfyingly exposed.

Then we have Jack, the sassy rent boy from the 1890’s. Out of all these characters, Jack is blessed with a network that enforces his identity without guilt. He is a young man with the world, or London at least, at his feet. He lives in decadent times, as long as he has someone like Oscar Wilde to foot the bill. But like the others, Jack too falls from grace.

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Colin, David and Jack are three distinct gay men, all at a different age and all shaped by the times they live in. Yet all of us can relate to their social influences and their inner turmoil, even when their own pain is hard for them to pinpoint. At one point in our lives, we too have been equally broken.

Ideas, and where to find them.

I’ve been travelling.

I took some time off to realign my life. Before this trip my day job got very hectic, taking over both my time and my thoughts, and forcing my current writing project to feel abandoned. Yet, in a way, this has turned out to be a good thing.

The work in progress, titled The Midnight Man, is about Stanley, a middle aged guy in an unhappy relationship who finally meets the man of his dreams. The only problem is this man is literally in his dreams. He doesn’t exist in the real world.

Image by Stux, courtesy of Pixabay

It’s still an undernourished first draft.

It’s not even that. This draft is not completed. I’ve already had to print it out twice and re-read it, as there were several gaps of time between working on it. In short, I rediscovered my own novel. Met the characters again. Reconnected to what it was about.

But while I was away, finding time to just be me, the story became much clearer. As a rule, I generally plot my novels and before leaving home I rearranged several scenes to heighten the drama. Away from home, more interesting plot twists came to mind.

I found a dream-catcher in a gift store in San Diego.

It’s not like I’d never seen one before, but it struck me odd that I didn’t come up with the idea to use one in my story. It makes perfect sense that Stanley would try any means to bring his lover into the real world.

I continued to note various life philosophies as I travelled. These thoughts began to link with the themes in the book, but more importantly I decided to make the dream sequences more vivid. I think that’s an offshoot of travel. Life becomes more vivid. Travel allows you to dream and let’s face it, those dreams aren’t dreary.

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So now to work.

Once more I have to print out the manuscript and rediscover it, making notes to add more depth to Stanley’s night time rendezvous with his lover. And to work in my travel-fuelled musings on life.

If filmmakers made our book trailers.

I love relaxing with the staff picks on Vimeo.

My first love was cinema so having the best short films curated saves you from searching for these gems. Thought-provoking documentaries, whimsical animations and off-beat drama is usually what’s chosen for you, and enjoying a short film festival at home through the television and hifi is a real weekend treat.

Image by Composita, courtesy of Pixabay

I’m also someone who loves casting actors for my book trailers and am possibly searching for someone to play famous fashion blogger, Madeline Q, from my novel, Social Media Central. This book will be the next one released by my publisher and although I know of someone keen to play her, we’ve only emailed each other. She’s overseas for a while and I’m not sure of her return date.

I’ve had trouble casting.

Many actors I contacted online who were suitable either didn’t get in touch, or when they did, they fell silent when I tried to arrange a meeting. A small number did meet me, though, and I have all my cast, I think. It all depends on how committed my mysterious woman is in being part of the shoot.

Image by Karen Nadine, coutesy of Pixabay

This is also the first time I’ve found it difficult to find people. I’ve shot trailers for both Drama Queens with Love Scenes and Drama Queens and Adult Themes, and discovered many who wanted to audition. It’s probably a question for another blog but I wonder what’s changed since I first shot my trailers.

Image by Comfreak courtesy of Pixabay

Wouldn’t it be nice to have up and coming filmmakers shoot your trailers?

As authors we’ve all done it, pictured our novel as a film. I often imagined a trailer for Nate and the New Yorker with scenes shot in New York, Sydney and Tokyo. Snappy one liners delivered by Cameron’s cross-dressing butler in quickly edited shots as you often see in Rom Com trailers. Nathan and Cameron staring lovingly at each other over the table of a fancy New York restaurant, or Elliot’s wild dialogue captured briefly in snippets.

Is this the type of thing you can ask for in a fund-me campaign? Flights to landmarks around the world with actors from both Australia and the United States? We can dream.

Image courtesy of Annca through Pixabay

And surely a filmmaker would love playing with the devil?

For Drama Queens and Devilish Schemes I wanted to use the same actors I had for the previous book in the series. The older guy playing Adam would be in a library speaking to camera explaining all the different types of devils there are. You know, devils that seduce you. Devils disguised as bosses. Devils that break your heart.

Between shots of Adam delivering his lines would be cut in shots of the silhouette of a guy trying on different clothes until he was finally revealed dressed in top hat and pearls as the devil character in my book wears. Then the product shot – the cover which also features a top hat and Satan’s tail.

So with all the collaborations online, why not?

One web marketing seminar I went to explained that an author making a video of themselves reading from their book is a better way to sell your stuff than producing a trailer. I’ve done both. Can’t say if it’s true.

Image by kellypics, courtesy of Pixabay

But in an increasingly ‘do it yourself’ online world wouldn’t it be great if a filmmaker offered to produce your trailer. Anime for dystopia or steam-punk. Mood lighting for thrillers. Clever lines revealed for the contemporary novels.

It would be the perfect way to connect with the creatives in your online community.