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…as a self-publishing author, you have to work your asterisk off in the social networks…

…just over ten years ago, this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler finished writing The Violin Man’s Legacy, my first Jack Calder crime thriller… frankly, I wrote it just to see if I could actually produce a book all on my own… then the scribbling addiction took over… now, a decade later, there are five Jack Calder titles on Auntie Amazon Kindle, with a sixth as Work-In-Progress… 100,000+ downloads of the eBooks makes all of my books bestsellers by the industry’s definition… along the way, there has also been a series of collections of my blog posts, a book of poetry, half a dozen ghostwriting assignments for autobiographies, two corporate commemorative anniversary books and nearly 1,800 blog posts… one of the most frequent questions I get asked from wannabe and existing fellow-authors is ‘How do you get your books out there?’… it’s a sum’times gruelling, but necessary part of a modern writer’s life that the bulk of the marketing and promotional activity has to come from the writer himself or herself… I learned early on that the virtual universe was the place to be… the social networks in all their glory and dread… a few years ago, I was invited to the Dubai Festival of Literature to speak on two platforms… one as a self-publishing author, and the other as a supposed social networking guru… let me disavow that latter notion… I am still learning that stuff… however, I did share with a room packed full of authors at the Festival how I used a handful of the social channels to propagate my books… thereafter I was persuaded to write a short guide on how I was doing it, SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES, which is also on Kindle… the long and short of it is that ‘building the platform’ (of followers) is so vital to the business of writing, that I implore any and all of you who are seeking to enjoy a reasonable uptake for your literary babies, start now, and work on it regularly… be a pal on the networks… help other  authors by sharing about their work on Twitter and Facebook, and any other channels of your choice… as a self-publishing author, you have to work your asterisk off in the social networks… it is hard work, but well worth it… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…a Writer’s work is never done… thankfully!…

…a wee sneak at Master Gallacher’s current writing projects will reveal the following W.I.P.s:

1. Three ghostwriting engagements, viz:-

a. One 90% complete

b. One 50% complete

c. One 40% complete

2. One Jack Calder crime thriller in process – 60% complete

3. One entire suite of manuals for comprehensive Corporate Governance for a company client – 10% complete

4. Two corporate restructuring projects –

a. One 50% complete

b. One 20% complete

5. My own personal memoirs…

…it may seem a hefty pile of engagements, but it is the stuff that I thrive on… it is quite literally meat and drink to me, as they each help pay the bills… my biggest enemy is unstructured time... I like to be mentally active all the time… the exceptions to that are when I watch interludes of SKYNews, which is so bad it’s good, as I’ve said many times before now… and when I indulge watching my sporting passions… the English Premier League football and any form of cricket (the physical version of chess)… at present, featuring high on the rotation of these various writings is producing my own personal memoirs… having been involved in ghostwriting several life stories for other principals over the past couple of years, I realise that there will be moments of difficulty in getting out of my system much of the experiences which were my lot the past seven decades… no problem with the actual narrative, but more to do with the emotional road blocks that jump at me when least expected, causing temporary hold ups, with tightening lumps in the throat, and sometimes it seems, some sand getting into my eye from time to time… however, I am resolved, that if I am to retain my own integrity in telling my story, I have to face these passages as if I am writing as a third party, and just get them out… wish me luck… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…understood? comprende? capisco? unnerstaun? gorrit?… a word up your nose…

Master Gallacher has never been, and hopes never ever to be, a Grammar Nazi… I have been blessed with a good literary education (a luxury which is denied to most of the world’s population)… equally, my career has taken me to geographies far and beyond my homeland shores (again, an indulgence beyond the reach of many)… my skills in the English language are many multiples better than any of the smatterings I have picked up in another half a dozen tongues in my sojourns… I have worked and lived amongst countless people whose first language is not English … indeed, it could be argued in some quarters, that my upbringing in Docklands Govan in Glasgow equipped me with a strain of English unintelligible even to other British citizens… it is with great annoyance, therefore that I react when the Grammar Nazis offload their salvoes at others whose diction, linguistics and writing powers are not of Oxford/Cambridge/Eton standards…

…I worked in Hong Kong, where most of the inhabitants can handle basic English… my Cantonese took years to muster even a passing familiarity with it… in the Philippines, a superb level of English is found almost everywhere, but the level, mundane at best, of my Tagalong was gained after a decade in the learning… a slogful of academic tuition brought my French merely within a shoulder-shrug and whiff of garlicised Parisien patois… I detest the sneering put-downs of anyone who tries to speak or write in a language other than their mother tongue… the same with the scoffers when a word or phrase is used that is not perfect… my thoughts are simple… if I can understand the meaning or drift of whatever someone is trying to convey to me, that’s plenty good enuff,.. and I heartily applaud their effort… if I attempted to respond in the native language of the speaker, chances are high that I would have it totally garbled… and frankly, I believe the same thing would apply to the Grammar Nazis if they tried it, too… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…I wanna thank all my ‘past Me’s’ for Me…

…it occurs to this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler that when the notion of ‘role models’ comes up, it seems to make sense to look no further than the various versions of myself that I have been during my own lifetime… daft?… maybe… but when I consider that the only person in this world who knows me as well as myself is me!… having demonstrated comparative longevity, all the reference points, and the all the pivotal decision-making junctures of my life had one common factor present… myself, again… so, here’s a wee list of the ‘thank you’s owed to the diverse manifestations of Master Gallacher:

  1. To the wee boy who lived and laughed his way through an infancy in the slums of Docklands, Govan in Glasgow, thank you for instilling the native grit that comes with germoline-plastered cuts and scrapes… that comes from the raw welts that plant themselves on a wee boy’s calves from the tops of rain-drenched, wet wellington boots… that comes from the stretching-out of two slices of corned beef on trimmed-down ‘back-ends’ of Miranda bread loaves to share with three siblings for supper…
  2. To the growing teenager with seemingly endless energy (where the  hell did that go?) thank you for the stamina to practice endlessly, night after night in the nearby Elder Park with a football at his feet and make it into the ranks of a Scottish First Division football team at the age of barely 15…
  3. To the same lad, applying whatever brains his God had blessed him with, thank you for enjoying studying and gaining free scholarships to a posh fee-paying school in Glasgow, which education has proved priceless over the subsequent decades…
  4. To the young, emerging adult, making a living away from home after falling out with his father, thank you for staying true to your work ethic and ‘making something of himself that his mother would have been proud of’5.To the maturing man whose outlook on life changed from a blinkered, limited, perspective on people, thank you for daring to move abroad and learning what joy there is in the diverse company of good folks from other cultures and backgrounds…

 

6.To the aging writer, thank you for discovering what immense pleasures exist in writing, creating poetries and stories, and wondering ‘where did all that good narrative stuff come from?’…

 

…to all those metamorphosed ‘Master Gallachers’, …I wanna thank all my ‘past Me’s for Me…

…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…the writer’s backlist… the gift that keeps on giving…

…I can speak only for this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler, but sense that hordes of my fellow-authors will agree, that selling even one copy of one title is a source of great satisfaction… to feel that even one single reader has taken time and invested money to indulge my work is such an immense pleasure… over the years since I was first absorbed into the mind-blowing vortex that is the world of writing books, the reading public has blessed and honoured me with more than 100,000 aggregate downloads and sales of my wee literary babies… like many of my contemporary successful writers, I pretend not to pay much attention to my author’s sales pages on Auntie Amazon Kindle, but that would be a blatant lie!… what marvellous repeated surges of excitement they create when sales keep ticking over…

…this week has witnessed a flurry of downloads across all my titles, which just continues to blow me away… the writer’s backlist… the gift that keeps on giving… equally splendid is that these sales are not restricted to one Amazon Kindle market, but are spread across the globe… the wonder of the Web’s international reach is phenomenal… furthermore, it drives home to me the efficacy of having a backlist… having more than one title accessible is the best advertisement for each individual novel, or non-fictional production… it’s a natural human trait to continue to reach for more books by a specific author if you like one of his or her works…

…I know that I certainly do that, and become even more immersed in that author’s output… and it answers neatly the question writers frequently ask when they finish writing their first tome, ‘What do I do now?’.. the inescapable response should always be, ‘Now go and write another one!!’… see yeez later.. LUV YEEZ!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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VENGEANCE WEARS BLACK

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SAVAGE PAYBACK

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KILLER CITY

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DEADLY IMPASSE

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A FEW POETRY STOPS IN A LIFE’S JOURNEY

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…from the tip of my toes, to the tip of my other toes…

…some of you are aware that in my early teens in Docklands, Govan in Scotland, I spent a couple of years as a semi-professional footballer… the rough and tumble of these matches  were part and parcel of the game back then, meaning that my legs, feet and toes were subject to crushing tackles and constant abrasion… I thought little of these onslaughts on my lower limbs in those days… I have also had my fair share of ‘finding the bottoms of chairlegs and other furniture in the dark’ with various of my toes… excruciating as was the shock of pain these encounters generated, they were all short-lived episodes… but NUTHIN, and I mean NUTHIN, in my career had ever mentally prepared me for my first-ever visit to have a (whisper it in macho company, please ) pedicure!... aye, having somebody address the nails, the hard skin, the uncut and uncute cuticles, the toughened heels…

…to be perfectly frank, the trepidation of considering a visit to ‘le salon des pieds’ was overcome by realising that the exertion of bending over my stomach to reach the pedal extremities was becoming increasingly tiresome… the puffing and blowing made my mind up… the lady pedicurist at the salon took aboard my protestations  that ‘this was my first time, so please be gentle with me!’… in fairness, the entire process was astonishingly easy… a foot bath, a scrubbing brush plied to the soles of my feet, more ticklish than pain-inducing… clipping of the nails themselves (those grotesque features)…and the trimming of the cuticles with a sharp razorish implement created a nippy moment or three, but I was incredibly brave and didn’t wince (much)…

…a final, rather satisfying foot massage topped off (or should that be ‘bottomed off’) the forty-five minutes that it all took… was it is as scary as I felt it might be?… would I be loathe to go again?… neither!…step aside, I’m diarised for another session as soon as these toenails look even a wee bit overgrown… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…self-enclosed bubbles – isolation by technology…

…it has been three years or so since this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler last set foot in London… I’ve arrived for a few days break from the Middle East… and being the iconic Legend-In-My-Own-Lunchtime writer-observer that I am, I am appalled by what I see… that insidious, creeping, personal hostage-taker, Technology, has taken even deeper hold of the population… being amongst crowds of people in the street, and on the Lahndan Underground subway system, or just sitting resting in the park, all around me are totally incommunicable human beings, impervious to their surroundings and to others of our species… why?… because the majority of the ones that pass me by, and many, who actually bump into me, are engrossed in their eyes-down-while-walking stare-fixations at mobile telephones and other devices… others, I notice now, have wee, white, plastic protrusions sticking out of each ear, electronic extensions of the aforementioned devices, ostensibly to keep them in touch with whomever and whatever, but certainly not with emb’dy in their immediate vicinity… it’s often said that the loneliest place to be sometimes is in a crowd… nowadays, with the individual modern version of these self-imposed ‘isolation cells’, more and more of our fellow beings are encased in self-enclosed bubbles – isolation by technology… whatever indisputable benefits the products of Samsung, Apple, and Huawei deliver to the planet, the downside of the powerful addiction to their ‘communication’ instruments is killing the art of conversation… they are deriving many of us of the simple pleasure of merely talking to another individual… add to that the ubiquitous habit of referring to Google to ‘establish’ or ‘verify’ facts, and our ability to think independently suffers even further… in the big grocery stores, through self-packing machines, and in other places, the human interface has been removed… banks no longer encourage customers at their teller-manned branches, but channel us to operate via online transactions…

I know, I know, I know, people will call it ‘progress’… well for me, ‘fraid I’m still ‘old school’ and am in no hurry to change… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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