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…a wee bit of practicing what I preach… SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES…

…emb’dy who’s been kind enuff to follow this ‘ere blog on a regular basis will know by this time I write the Jack Calder crime fiction books… however, yeez’ll also be aware of my continual rabbiting on about ‘building yer platform’ through the use of the SOSYAL NETWURKIN channels… I’m more than gratified by the constant downloading of the novels, but even more so when I see the purchases on my sales graph page of my wee guide, SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES… I pushed it out onto the Great God Amazon more than a year ago… NUTHIN pleases me more than watching my fellow quill-scrapers ’get it’ about how an author can properly and profitably use the few NETWURKS that I employ, namely Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Google+ Tumblr, Pocket, and of course the Blog itself… and by the way, given that all authors, even those with a publishing house, are expected to carry the lion’s share of the promotional and marketing activities to their readership, it’s relevant for them, too… here’s the introduction to give yeez a taste of it:

 

SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES

Foreword

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 universe, I received back precisely forty Rejection Slips. It took a while later for me to understand from fellow authors, that such rejection was the standard, the par for the course. Indeed, many famous names in the libraries had initially racked up several times that number of rebuffs for their work.

Around the same time someone suggested I put the thing onto Amazon Kindle. I looked blank and explained that I had never heard of Kindle. You see, then in my early sixties, the whole computer business and social networking fields were distant concepts to me. All my commercial life, my offices had been run by a succession of personal assistants who did ‘that stuff’ for me. I was faced with the option of forgetting the whole authorship idea or adapting rapidly to the realities of modern self-publishing.

The result has been astonishing. Sales and downloads of my books (currently three crime thrillers, with a fourth as Work In Progress) have surpassed 75,000 copies.

It has been a wonderful and gratifying trip. I will not pretend to be an expert on the social networks nor on the ePublishing business. I simply want to show what worked for me.

‘Self-Publishing Steps To Successful Sales’ is intended to share with others the various steps I took on that journey, and to encourage independent writers never ever to give up on their dreams.

Seumas Gallacher

Abu Dhabi

2014

 

…if yeez are interested, yeez’ll find the baby here :

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UK: http://amzn.to/Qq2c3y

US: http://amzn.to/1lt6bcv

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Can   : amzn.to/1GYAyAV

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…the Author quality that ties it all together… stamina…

…I read once a clever piece in that wunnerful throwback publication, The Readers Digest (emb’dy remember that smashing monthly magazine?)… it was one of those pithy endpiece fillers… it was a ‘FOUND’ advertisement clip from sumb’dy’s local newspaper:

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…black kitten with white frontal stripe, white paws and piecing blue eyes, prob’ly about six or seven weeks old—answers to the name, ‘Go Away!’

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…and I can’t help relating that sentiment to many of we quill-scrapers… almost daily I see posts from my fellow Lads and Lassies of Blog Land, rueing the fact that, yet again, their Query Letters to prospective Agents and Publishers result in rejection slips… I know, I know, I know, some of yeez might be thinking, ‘it’s okay for him, smaaaht-aaass Master Gallacher, coz he’s got a Publisher now’ (the splendid Crooked Cat Publishing folks, Stephanie and Laurence Patterson)…

CC_logo_PastedGraphic-18_(1)…but let me hasten to point out that I was a totally self-publishing, independent scribbler for almost six years before the Publisher partnership tie-in came along… in fact these days, there’s a strong school of thought that feels being on yer own, self-publishing, p’raps frequently may outweigh the attraction of being ‘housed’… I’m not gonna argue the case either way, coz I see merits in both scenarios… suffice to say, the time I spent on my own was invaluable… I learned the down-to-the-varnish-Facts-of-Life about how the modern Author requires to be immersed in his/her ‘business of writing’… y’see, whether or not yeez are solo or with an Agent/Publisher, the writer is still expected to carry a major part of the marketing and promotional activity… consider the arithmetic… if a Publisher has, say 100-200 authors in their fold, that equates individually to 0.5%-1.0% focus of their energy on each house name, on the p’raps naive presumption all the scribblers are treated equally (a-hem!)… the practicality remains… yer own efforts are still the principal driving force behind yer own success… go for it!… in my not-so-‘umble opinion,the Author quality that ties it all together is stamina… hang in there and remember wee ’Go Away’… meeeeaaaaioowwwww!….see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…bad?… yeah, yeez better believe I’m bad… emb’dy else out there this bad?…

…this ol’ Jurassic crossed the invisible Age Barrier quite a wee while ago… yeez know the one I mean… when yeez have more candles on yer birthday cake than the local Fire Department regulations allow… well, it’s a signal age yeez should watch out for when yeez officially begin to be regarded as ‘bad’… watch the behaviour of most (admittedly not all) of the upcoming generation, and yeez’ll see what I’m getting at… eons of ‘the-right-things-to-do’ have been stamped into my DNA since I was a kid in Docklands Govan in Glasgow… as tough and hard an environment as yeez would find anywhere in the post-WWII UK…

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…but, p’raps more with wishful thinking these days, I still expect youngsters to yield their seats on buses and trains for older people and for ladies, as I do myself… the next generation stare at me when I behave like that.. I’m obviously bad’ news… holding doors open for others in places like shops… sorry, unheard of in the main… ‘bad’ again… that’s me… calling waiters/waitresses/taxicab drivers/bus drivers, ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’… with ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ thrown in as natural responses… downright criminal… treating police officers, schoolteachers, doctors, nurses and librarians with respect… how bluudy alien can I get?…

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…walking on the outside of the pavement/sidewalk when escorting a lady in the street … are yeez completely daft, Master Gallacher?… expecting parents to keep their offspring under reasonable control in public places, supermarkets and shopping malls, instead of allowing their mini-persons to run amok as they wish… and, heaven forfend, Mabel, frowning at the cacophony that passes for supposedly private conversation when mobile telephones are used like megaphones… I recall it used to be known variously by the quaint descriptions of ‘manners’, ‘politeness’, ‘social graces’… alas, my fate seems sealed… today, on a flight from Bahrain to Abu Dhabi, the instant the plane stopped on landing, and the usual nonsensical surge of passengers to pull their bags from the overhead lockers began… the guy across the aisle from me yanked his luggage from above and smacked me square on the skull… instead of the ‘I’m sorry’ which I foolishly anticipated, I was greeted with a wordless scowl… how dare my head be in the way of his baggage?… my ‘bad’… definitely, my ‘bad’…and for the next seven minutes until the plane door actually opened, I remained seated, as is my practice, while most others stood and fumed, including my new assailant who steadfastly kept his back to me… the only way I’ve found to combat this malaise, is to ‘polite’ the hell out of the malcreants… ‘bad’?… yeah, yeez better believe I’m ‘bad’… emb’dy else out there this ‘bad’?

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…Taexali Game… a great new title from Authoress, Nancy Jardine…

…my Crooked Cat Publishing scribbling chum, Authoress Nancy Jardine has sum’thing to share with yeez, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… a new title, no less, and as per her usual terrific background material narratives. this one’s captured stuff and goings-on in the Highlands of Scotland around the year 200 AD… yes, yes, Mabel… I know I could’ve helped her with first hand knowledge of the period…

The Taexali Game officially launches on the 22nd May 2015.

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Everyone loves playing advanced interactive computer games, don’t they?

Callum Fraser’s games are totally awesome but when his Rubidium Time-Leap flips Aran Bruce and his best friends—Brian and Fianna Fraser—back to AD 210, the reality is incredible. They have a task list to fulfil, which includes solving a local mystery, but it’s a nightmarish business when Ancient Roman Emperor Severus and his legions heap death and destruction on the Taexali Celts of northern Britannia.

Giving help to Celts and Romans alike becomes a lethal assignment—some Celtic chiefs are as foul as Severus and his beastly son Caracalla. Dicing with death becomes the norm for the time travellers from Kintore, Aberdeenshire.

Will they complete the mission and return to Callum unscathed?

The action of The Taexali Game —Book 1 of Nancy Jardine’s Rubidium Time Travel Series of Adventures for Middle Grade/YA readers (and anyone older who loves a good fast-paced yarn)takes place in ‘Aberdeenshire, Scotland’ in AD 210, during the invasion of the legions of Septimius Severus, Emperor of Rome. The local Taexali Celtic tribes of this far north in Britannia have already had dealings with the soldiers of Rome, back in AD 84, but they haven’t been good subjects. They’ve been causing such a lot of grief to the Governor of Britannia that the Ancient Roman Emperor, Septimius Severus, has come to Britannia to flood the north with his super-trained army to teach the wayward Celts a harsh lesson.

During their adventure, Aran and the twins— Brian and Fianna— are initially in awe of the Roman fighting machine but they find Emperor Severus’ is a horrible man. That’s only till they meet the emperor’s son Caracalla who is even nastier. None of them want to be skewered by a Roman gladius or slapped into Roman slave chains but avoiding that fate is nearly impossible.

As well as uncovering the answer to a local contemporary mystery, the time travellers have a task list to fulfil but how can they when the some of the Celts they encounter are just as deadly wielding their Celtic longswords?

This adventure novel is designed as a rollicking good read with the added bonus of being a companion novel to younger readers doing a study of Celtic Roman Britain. There’s a wealth of historical data used in the novel, gleaned from archaeological interpretative information, wrapped up in a fast-paced, readable, adventure mystery quest.

The fantastic cover design is by graphic artist Neil Saddler who has done a great job to encompass the main aspects of the novel- its impact both local and global.

The novel is available across Amazon in paperback and ebook formats.

Amazon UK Amazon US  Amazon France   Amazon Canada  Amazon Australia

Amazon Germany

More about Nancy Jardine

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Her Celtic Fervour Series of Historical Romantic Adventures (3 books to date) is set in first century AD northern Roman Britain. Book 3 (AD 84) culminates in a horrendous clashing of Celtic Sword and Roman Gladius on the foothills of Beinn Na Ciche (Bennachie) where the amassed Celtic warriors of the north, led by tribal leader Calgach, take on the mighty Roman legions led by General Gnaeus Julius Agricola. Book 2 of the Celtic Fervour Series was in the long list of books read for THE WALTER SCOTT PRIZE FOR HISTORICAL FICTION 2014.

Nancy Jardine also writes contemporary mystery romantic fiction which gives her the opportunity to include fabulous world wide locations in her novels—Amsterdam, Vienna, Heidelberg, Barcelona to name only a few. She has also had great fun using her love of ancestry research when creating the family trees for two of her contemporary mysteries. Take Me Now, a humorous mystery/thriller will be re-launched by Crooked Cat Publishing on the 5th June 2015. Topaz Eyes, a mystery /thriller was a Finalist in THE PEOPLE’S BOOK PRIZE 2014.

Please contact Nancy/ or find updates on her writing at these author links:

http://nancyjardine.blogspot.co.uk   http://nancyjardineauthor.com/   Twitter @nansjar Facebook: http://on.fb.me/XeQdkG and http://on.fb.me/1Kaeh5G (for The Rubidium time Travel Novels.) email: nan_jar@btinternet.com

Amazon Author page for books and to view book trailer videos:

UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Nancy-Jardine/e/B005IDBIYG/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Most novels are also available from Barnes and Noble; W. H. Smith.com; Waterstones.com; Smashwords; TESCO Blinkboxbooks; and various other ebook stores.

 

All are welcome to pop into the official Facebook Event that’s on-line to launch the novel on Friday 22nd May. Participate in fun quizzes featuring Celts and Romans and win a novelty prize. The grand prize of a signed paperback of The Taexali Game could be yours, or if you only read on kindle a few review e-copies will also be on offer as prizes. https://www.facebook.com/events/839159202815971/

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…Farley’s Rusks, tinned strawberries, and milk… dessert for a King in Docklands Govan…

…we’re a nation of eclectic taste, we Scots… taste in different things… fashion buffs fr’example… the wearing of tartan kilts for the Male Caledonian has been going on for centuries … yes, Mabel, even before that Mel Gibson lad changed his nationality and made yon Braveheart movie, the greatest advertisement for the Scottish National Party… the invention of wellington boots is down to the ‘Chookie’ Wellington (Eng: Duke of Wellington), but the wearing of ‘wellies’, these great feet-protectors for sludging through ‘glabber’ puddles (Eng: mud pools), is an art perfected by wee Jimmies and wee Nellies up and down Scotland’s fair land… and contrary to common belief, we did not invent rain… the Big Lad upstairs carries the can for that one… but where our taste defeats, defies and dements the rest of the WURLD, is in food… haggis is held in equal measure of respect and trepidation by outsiders… the delicacy known as Fried Mars Bars, the pension-pot builder for heart surgeons everywhere, was born in Scotia… square sausage, Forfar Bridies, whisky… pots of soup, with ingredients added to daily for months until no-one remembers what the original dish was s’posed to be (nor cares)… however, an esoteric kitchen composition which I rarely sight these days, found its genesis in the old days in Docklands Govan where we lived in Glasgow… milkruskstrawb

 

 

 

 

 

 

….acknowledge if yeez will, the genius of cuisine invention that brings together baby biscuits, normally intended for teething toddlers, brand name, Farley’s Rusks… place in a bowl… pour in some of the contents of a tin of strawberries… (back then, we all thought strawberries grew in cans, Mabel), with the delectable syrupy juice from the can… then yeez mix in a wee splash of milk, either condensed, or plain… nectar.. ambrosia… a veritable dessert for a King… for a small fee this ol’ Jurassic’s prepared to share these culinary secrets with the Cookery Champions, Messrs Roux, Ramsay  and Oliver… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…once more unto the telephonic barricades, comrades… vive la voice!…

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…it’s a jingle jungle out there… which is why this ol’ Jurassic is more than happy to stay indoors most of the time… but even within the comparative security of one’s own domestic dominion, peril lurks… it’s an open secret that yours truly was born a l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ong time past, when stuff generally was a lot simpler… and specifically, stuff like making a straight-forward telephone call to yer favourite service provider of anything… back then, yeez usually got an instant, welcoming, melodious, female, ‘come-to-bed-with-me’ kinda voice saying, ‘…ah, that’ll be Mister Bert in Haberdashery.. let me put yer call through, Sir’… and moments later, the helpful Mister Bert would indeed solve yer issues in less time than it takes to say, ‘hold on, yer call’s important to us’… changed days now, I fear… case in point this morning… from the relative safety of my own armchair, yet another assault on my patience, nerves, and anxiety levels… the Satanic, tinny, squeak that  passes for a vocal communication ordered me to press this button and that button and then a hundred and one other buttons to ensure that I am now familiar with every possible division and supposed service available from the organisation I’ve just called… this time it happened to be a bank, but don’t be fooled, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… the disease is everywhere… IT companies have it as a terminal affliction, and it’s infectious… I think yeez catch it through yer listening ear… cable television providers, credit card companies, mortgage lenders… they’re all smitten… a pal on another line suggested I merely press the ‘zero’ button to get through to a ‘real’ voice immediately… alas, the b*stards are wise to that now, and the tapping of the ‘O’ frequently gives yeez the ‘thank you for yer call, goodbye’… and yeez are compelled to gird yer digital loins and dial again…

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…there’s a fortune waiting for the person who devises a button which, when yeez press it, automatically detonates a nuclear-fission-style explosion effect on whatever company is at the other end of the robotic line… evil? yes, but a sublimely happy thought… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…great villains?… of course we LUV ‘em… so does my pal, author, Tony McManus…

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…meet my scribbler pal, Tony McManus… here’s his brilliant and highly erudite (knowledgeable, Mabel… knowledgeable) take on how we LUV to hate, and then LUV again, the best of criminal characters…

VILLAINY

by Tony McManus 

So, what happened to villains then, those exciting bad guys who featured so prominently in crime and adventure fiction over the years? To my disappointment, most of the thrillers I’ve read recently has been sadly lacking in decent nasties. I wonder why the paucity?

As a reader and writer, the villain of the piece is every bit as significant and essential to the narrative as the protagonist; sometimes more so. After all, it’s the cut, thrust and parry between the hero and the villain that creates the conflict and mayhem that is at the heart of the drama. A hero is a hero, but it’s more often the quality of the villain that transforms a good thriller into a great one.

By way of example, we can do no better than observe the way the great master, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, fashioned the many antagonists that challenged Sherlock Holmes. The magisterial Professor Moriarty is, of course, well known. But my personal favorite was the pitiless blackmailer, Charles Augustus Milverton; a more complete villain never existed. Holmes held Moriarty in some respect, but he loathed the slippery Milverton.

I find that some writers take the easy route. They make their villain as evil, vicious and hateful as possible; like the sick, antisocial psychopath I had the great displeasure of meeting in a recent novel set in Bangkok, Thailand. This serial killer kidnaps young girls, does awful things to them in a secret chamber and then kills and burns them. He is, of course, trapped, caught and brought to a form of justice. The writer no doubt assumed it’s easier and far less controversial to make his baddie truly loathsome, possessed of a satanic kind of evil that is easy to hate. But having such a pathetic, repulsive creature without a single redeeming feature as your villain is not, I contend, a good idea.

I have no time for “bad” villains. I have no desire to read stories of pedophiles, mindless psychopathic serial killers, mass murderers and abusers of young women, being hunted down by self-righteous cops and PI’s. Such sad, sick people do exist I know, but a writer who uses them as the foil for his protagonist is on a lee shore in my view.

Villainy should have a purpose. Villains should be at least fascinating; attractive even. Good looks coupled with a bizarre sense of humor can do wonders. And a villain who can win female hearts and minds has special weapons to dispose.

Though his books are not popular nowadays, set as they were at the time of the Cold War, I always enjoyed the villains of Ian Fleming. Fleming revealed a keen awareness of the villain’s importance. He abandoned credibility and tended to create villains a little larger than life. He also gave them slightly cartoonish qualities that made them even more memorable and entertaining.

Beginning with the cold, reptilian Le Chiffre, in Casino Royale, and ending with Francisco Scaramanga in The Man With the Golden Gun, we are entertained by a superb cast of outrageous bad boys. Sir Hugo Drax, the suave missile building card cheat in Moonraker. The mad, Auric Goldfinger, who was so obsessed with the stuff that dreams are made of. The dreadful Dr. No on his island, Crab Key. Emillio Largo, the swaggering nuclear bomb thief in Thunderball. And that splendid black villain, Buonaparte Ignace Gallia: “Mr. Big” in Live and Let Die.

In From Russia With Love, Fleming had Bond contend with three determined enemies bent on his destruction; Red Grant, the psychopath assassin; Kronsteen the SMERSH master planner, and the ghastly Rosa Klebb, who showed us that not all Bond girls are beauties.

And one should not forget Bond’s #1 adversary, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the SPECTRE chief, who features in three of Bond’s adventures.

Fleming also seems to have taken delight in terminating his villains existence with “extreme prejudice.” Le Chiffre, who, in a towering fit of frustration, is on the point of emasculating Bond when he gets a SMERSH bullet in the brain. Mr. Big was taken down in the Caribbean and eaten alive by a pack of sharks and barracudas. Red Grant, on the losing end of a long knife fight with Bond aboard the Orient Express, bleeds to death on the carriage floor. But the best death was reserved for Dr. No, the tall, skeletal creature with pincers for hands. He was buried alive under tons of guano (bird shit) a well earned death that added greatly to this reader’s pleasure. And Blofeld got his when Bond strangled him in Japan.

Elmore Leonard was my favourite crime and suspense writer. I read all he wrote. First I read his crime fiction set in Detroit and Miami and then I backtracked to read his early work with westerns. I also re-read him often; he’s that good. As readers we enjoy him; as writers we can learn much from him.

Leonard produced a regiment of villains far too numerous to mention. And all of his bad boys, both big and small were credible; many amusingly so. But the villain who stands out for me is Mr. Tanner; the hard-bitten cold fish rancher who featured in the western novel, Valdez is Coming.

I confess I love villains. It’s a love affair that began as a child with Long John Silver, the peg-legged pirate from R.L. Stevenson’s Treasure Island. Rebels, bandits, gangsters, train robbers, scoundrels, conmen and scallywags fascinate me. And not just in fiction. I remember as a boy in Manchester in 1963 waking one morning to hear that the Glasgow – London mail train had been stopped and robbed in what became The Great Train Robbery, and how excited I was.

I confess to admiring John Dillinger, Bonnie and Clyde, Jesse James, Che Guevara, Emiliano Zapata, Pancho Villa and many others. Top of my list was, is and always will be, Salvatore Giuliano, the great Sicilian bandit. And the list continues to grow.

In fiction, I like subtle, complex villains, bad guys I can relate to and even sympathize with. Such a villain was that stylish rogue from my boyhood reading, Raffles.

Raffles is a mannered, articulate, gregarious and charming English gentleman with superb credentials. He’s a well-attired bachelor, a cricketer for England with many friends, memberships to fine clubs and rooms in exclusive Albany. But he has a dark side. Secretly, after nightfall, he’s a cat-burglar and safe cracksman, raiding the homes of the rich and famous for their valuables.

Fellow writer, Seumas Gallacher, recently mentioned Mario Puzo’s Godfather, Don Corleone, as his favourite and most credible villain; an excellent choice as he’s also one of mine. The Godfather was a tour de force. In making a villain his protagonist, Puzo delivered a literary coup, albeit risky. Though an organized criminal, a Mafiosa chieftain to be sure, the Don was no thug. And he meted out the kind of justice we all seek in our hearts, but never seem to find in the “system.” Who can forget the moving drama of the pathetic little undertaker, let down by the police and courts, making his tearful pitch to the Don, seeking justice for his raped and beaten daughter? And the beautiful way the Don handled it; spirit moving to say the least. Don Corleone had credibility in spades.

Another complex villain/hero of mine was Tom Ripley, Patricia Highsmith’s creation. She wrote a series of books featuring Tom, who combined the roles of both protagonist and villain. A villain he certainly was in murdering his friend Dickie Greenleaf and assuming his identity, a killing that kicks off his career, but he comes to regret. But yet, as we follow his criminal exploits, we like him.

A more recent villain I enjoyed was John Dolan’s, Jim Fosse, who features in Dolan’s Time Blood and Karma series of books. Fascinating as a cobra, Fosse is a smooth, urbane, charming conman; a shamelessly self-centered rogue.

I believe there are two main types of villains: the credible and the incredible; I like both, but with a strong preference for the former. There are also other categories; accidental villains and reluctant villains are possible areas worthy of a writer’s consideration.

Some time ago I wrote my first novel: The Iran Deception (http://amzn.to/1L5FpRf) In doing so I fashioned several villains. But my main villain I was determined to make attractive; especially to women. Shai Katsav is in so many ways a reluctant villain, a victim of circumstance. He’s also a handsome, dissipated rogue who given half a chance would charm the pants off a nun.

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I want to see more female villains in crime literature. Men tend to be crude and use muscle to get their way. Women use craft, feminine wiles, and sex to manipulate men and overcome obstacles and adversaries. A strong, believable woman, operating in what is a man’s world has always had powerful potential for crime writers; especially if she’s beautiful. Brigid O’Shaugnessay of The Maltese Falcon, Phyllis Diertrichsons of Double Indemnity and Cora Papadakis of The Postman Always Rings Twice immediately spring to mind. But my favourite femme-fatale villain was not from a book, but a film; Matty Tyler in Body Heat played to perfection by the lovely Kathleen Turner. Matty was surely a villain to be reckoned with. We need more like Matty in crime fiction.

There’s one thing I’m sure of. No matter if the work is plot driven or character driven, writers do well who take time and care in their crafting of villains. Ideally, the villain and the hero should complement each other.

As David Lubar put it: The villain: “may be driven by greed, neuroses, or the conviction that his cause is just, but he’s also driven by something, not unlike the things that drive the hero.” A shrewd observation.

For me, villains don’t necessarily do different things. They do things differently.

 

Tony McManus was born in Manchester, England. He worked in many jobs to serve his passion for travel such as English teacher, bar tender, taxi driver, and in southern Africa, construction work in the Transvaal goldmines and the copper mines of Zambia. Tony pursues and advocates good health, via diet and exercise. An outdoorsman, sailor, kayaker and canoeist, he also loves hiking, cross country skiing and snowshoeing.

He is the author of an espionage novel: The Iran Deception based on his time in Israel. He has just published: Down And Out In The Big Mango, a collection of short stories set in Thailand. His second novel: A Bangkok Interlude is due out by late summer.
He resides alternately in Chiang Mai, Thailand and Ste. Adele, Quebec, Canada.

He can be found at: http://downeastern.wix.com/tonymcmanuswriter

Or via his email: downeastern@hotmail.com

Tony is the author of a novel: The Iran Deception. http://amzn.to/1Ppb45P

And a short story compilation: Down and Out in the Big Mango. http://amzn.to/1FetYVl

He has published several short stories:

Ray: http://amzn.to/1Ge6jq9

A Bangkok Solution: http://amzn.to/1A8LCuy

A Partner in Crime: http://amzn.to/1ENZpn2

The Bangkok SAS: http://amzn.to/1d5cVMb

He is presently working on two crime novels: A Bangkok Interlude, the first book in a series featuring Mike Villiers.

And The Company of Men, the first book in a series featuring James Fallon.

He expects both novels to see publication before the year’s end.

…thanks, Tony… terrific Guest Post, that man…

…see yeez later…LUV YEEZ!

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