Here I am, burbling away about the world. I know you get it. Sometimes I'll even tell you about stuff I'm writing and give you a heads up on what's being published. You're lucky people, you know.
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Showing posts with label self promotion. Show all posts
Thursday, 12 April 2018
Where to find my books.
Some time ago I published a bunch of books on Amazon Kindle. Mostly they are ebooks, but there is a print version of DARK EVE, for those interested in physical copies. It's all horror. Lots of it.
If you are interested in buying these titles you can find them on Amazon UK here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/William-Couper/e/B00CXQ8BA0
And for the US, you can find them here:
https://www.amazon.com/William-Couper/e/B00CXQ8BA0
Buy! Read! Enjoy!
Will
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Monday, 29 October 2012
Publishing note.
Once again I've taken matters into my own hands and gone via Kindle Direct Publishing to publish my horror novel Dark Eve. It's £2.17 in the UK and $3.50 in the US. You can find it here: Dark Eve
After my disastrous foray into Lulu, I'm hoping that the more reasonable price-point for this novel will encourage more people to buy it.
Will
After my disastrous foray into Lulu, I'm hoping that the more reasonable price-point for this novel will encourage more people to buy it.
Will
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Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Process tardiness
And I'm back from my huff. Wasn't all that depression fun? It certainly gets things done.
A couple of the above sentences are false in some way. I bet you can't tell which ones.
The last week I've been busy doing things. Quite a bit of it is an attempt to fill my sad, echoing coffers with some money. I don't know if I want to go into that, though, as it's something that could be seen as cripplingly embarrassing – the way of making money, not being skint. Maybe one day I'll enlighten those who don't read my Twitter about that.*
In between the task of trying to scrape money from an unexpected source, I've been writing. At the moment I'm not writing full stories. I have a few ideas for novels and I want to hash out the plots first, kind of like thinking out loud, only on paper. I've also been pinning down ideas for a short story and a short comic script, at least one of which I hope will be allowed out into the world, as long as it's muzzled and neutered.
The rant from last week did have a result, though (thanks to everyone who showed some support, it was much appreciated). Someone mentioned that I should try to self e-publish at least one of the novels. Self-publishing is something I've done before and what I said about Lulu.com being a fucking disaster still stands, but e-publishing might be a little less painful.**
So, I looked through a couple of e-publishers and after a bit of deliberation, and a false start, I chose to try Kindle Direct Publishing.
Now, now, quiet down, your abuse is making my monitor vibrate. Let me explain.
It's all a matter of practicality. I dismissed Lulu out of hand because they are a bit shitty. I looked at Smash Words, and would have gone with them, but there was a major problem: fucking around with U.S. tax laws. I'd had similar problems when I attempted to publish the Crown Wearer novella through CreateSpace. You need to send forms to the IRS in order to get any money from U.S. companies and this seems to involve sending away a passport for ID.
Now, I'm dubious about this when it's my own country, but sending this stuff away, across the Atlantic, to vanish into foreign monolithic bureaucracy is even riskier in my mind†. Just thinking about it now makes my bowels quake. There's also the rather more practical problem that my passport's run out this year. So, while Smash Words was ideal for me in every other way, that knocked it out of contention, leaving me with Kindle Direct Publishing.
And this is going slowly. My money woes make it difficult for me to get front cover art, since (rightly), the artists I know who are willing to help me out are going to do their paying gigs before getting round to me. Which means waiting. I'm going to make myself wait anyway, because once it's all ready I'm going hold off and unleash it on a Monday. I don't know if that will help my chances, but it's got to be better than going, "Ah-ha! I've finished, now let's get it out into the world at three on a Sunday morning!"
All this is a really long way of saying, I'm going to publish a novel, as an experiment, through Kindle and if I get any success with that I'll put another novel that's failed to hook agents and publishers.
* Comment if you read my Twitter, go on, I fucking dare you.
** Or it could deepen my mortification and cement me as that writer you know who just can't quite make it. Either way you'll get a laugh, and that's really what's important, right, you sadist?
† If anyone knows of a an easier way to do it, I'd love to hear it.
Will
A couple of the above sentences are false in some way. I bet you can't tell which ones.
The last week I've been busy doing things. Quite a bit of it is an attempt to fill my sad, echoing coffers with some money. I don't know if I want to go into that, though, as it's something that could be seen as cripplingly embarrassing – the way of making money, not being skint. Maybe one day I'll enlighten those who don't read my Twitter about that.*
In between the task of trying to scrape money from an unexpected source, I've been writing. At the moment I'm not writing full stories. I have a few ideas for novels and I want to hash out the plots first, kind of like thinking out loud, only on paper. I've also been pinning down ideas for a short story and a short comic script, at least one of which I hope will be allowed out into the world, as long as it's muzzled and neutered.
The rant from last week did have a result, though (thanks to everyone who showed some support, it was much appreciated). Someone mentioned that I should try to self e-publish at least one of the novels. Self-publishing is something I've done before and what I said about Lulu.com being a fucking disaster still stands, but e-publishing might be a little less painful.**
So, I looked through a couple of e-publishers and after a bit of deliberation, and a false start, I chose to try Kindle Direct Publishing.
Now, now, quiet down, your abuse is making my monitor vibrate. Let me explain.
It's all a matter of practicality. I dismissed Lulu out of hand because they are a bit shitty. I looked at Smash Words, and would have gone with them, but there was a major problem: fucking around with U.S. tax laws. I'd had similar problems when I attempted to publish the Crown Wearer novella through CreateSpace. You need to send forms to the IRS in order to get any money from U.S. companies and this seems to involve sending away a passport for ID.
Now, I'm dubious about this when it's my own country, but sending this stuff away, across the Atlantic, to vanish into foreign monolithic bureaucracy is even riskier in my mind†. Just thinking about it now makes my bowels quake. There's also the rather more practical problem that my passport's run out this year. So, while Smash Words was ideal for me in every other way, that knocked it out of contention, leaving me with Kindle Direct Publishing.
And this is going slowly. My money woes make it difficult for me to get front cover art, since (rightly), the artists I know who are willing to help me out are going to do their paying gigs before getting round to me. Which means waiting. I'm going to make myself wait anyway, because once it's all ready I'm going hold off and unleash it on a Monday. I don't know if that will help my chances, but it's got to be better than going, "Ah-ha! I've finished, now let's get it out into the world at three on a Sunday morning!"
All this is a really long way of saying, I'm going to publish a novel, as an experiment, through Kindle and if I get any success with that I'll put another novel that's failed to hook agents and publishers.
* Comment if you read my Twitter, go on, I fucking dare you.
** Or it could deepen my mortification and cement me as that writer you know who just can't quite make it. Either way you'll get a laugh, and that's really what's important, right, you sadist?
† If anyone knows of a an easier way to do it, I'd love to hear it.
Will
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Tuesday, 27 March 2012
It's been a while, innit?
Days upon days have passed. I was made to look like a twat when the Lid Dems hopped into bed and started gang raping the country with the Tories. I got married. Went to London. Gained weight, panicked and had a whining meltdown. Knuckled under and started exercising. Neglected my writing after finishing a novel. Started another novel. Been rejected by a raft of presses and agents. Realised that the current novel is going to be a monster. Through it all I gibbered positively and negatively on Twitter. Got on with my life.
I think that brings us up to date. Not a lot is it? Then, that's what life is: a series of long stretches of existing between interludes of activity. Nothing wrong with that unless you're some kind of adrenaline junkie who needs stimulation at all times or fucking hell I'll die! But for those of us who burn out a little easier this is fine.
But, I shall pledge to provide my own contributions to the ongoing cultural dialogue that is the internet. It is against my nature as an introvert, but it has been pointed out to me by the lovely Moira McPartlin as I writer I need to put myself out there more. So here is a beginning of probably an intermittent discourse on whatever the hell I feel like.
For anyone who finds this gem and it's gone quiet for a while you can find me on Twitter drooling and being ANGRY. I'm aiming for at least a post once a week if you're desperate for a schedule, ya fuckin' slave-drivers.
Will
I think that brings us up to date. Not a lot is it? Then, that's what life is: a series of long stretches of existing between interludes of activity. Nothing wrong with that unless you're some kind of adrenaline junkie who needs stimulation at all times or fucking hell I'll die! But for those of us who burn out a little easier this is fine.
But, I shall pledge to provide my own contributions to the ongoing cultural dialogue that is the internet. It is against my nature as an introvert, but it has been pointed out to me by the lovely Moira McPartlin as I writer I need to put myself out there more. So here is a beginning of probably an intermittent discourse on whatever the hell I feel like.
For anyone who finds this gem and it's gone quiet for a while you can find me on Twitter drooling and being ANGRY. I'm aiming for at least a post once a week if you're desperate for a schedule, ya fuckin' slave-drivers.
Will
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