Getting the bug

So, as I might have previously mentioned, I’ve been bitten by the travel bug. I first got it into my head that I could combine travel and writing last year, though I hadn’t decided to publish Together Apart at that time. I’ve always harboured a dream of spending time in the south of France, handwriting an epic manuscript with a glass of red wine in a crumbling farmhouse. I think this was possibly further enhanced by Colin Firth’s character in Love, Actually (at least, I think it was that film).

The first rule of travelling, is to actually go. Or at least make preparations. Decide where to go, and book a ticket. After learning French for a year, I decided to do just that. So, last August, I found myself in Nice, alone on holiday for the very first time. After a week of beach-side living and wandering around Monaco and Grasse, I moved inland, to a tiny little town called Uzes, not far from Avignon. And it was there the bug got me.

South France? Check. Massive, rustic farmhouse? Check. Manuscript? Check (albeit, not handwritten. Come on, it’s not 1850). Red wine….well, I don’t actually like red wine, so it was substituted for beer. In any case, I’d completed the first step. I had arrived. And for the next 6 weeks, this was home.

The fresh air, the countyside, the food, the drink, the people, the sun. What wasn’t to love? As cliched as it sounds, it provided some great, great inspiration. The population of Uzes is around 8,000, though the town itself feels small with an abundance of art galleries, an enormous market, friendly locals, craft shops and of course, cafes. It’s like a little hippy town – apparently it was a des-res for Parisians to escape to in retirement. For a first experience of travelling alone, it was perfect.

Did I get much writing done? Not really. Aside from the fact that I was busy relaxing and other such things, I was earning my keep. I’d signed up to Workaway, a site which lists people wanting to travel the world and hosts willing to put them up and give accommodation and food in exchange for help with a project. I was beyond lucky. The family I stayed with were awesome. A little bohemian, a little eccentric and a lot of fun. The host’s daughter had emigrated and got married, and while I was there, she came back to celebrate the wedding with her new hubby and a load of their friends. What resulted was a 2 day garden party with some of the best food I’ve ever tasted, as well as making new friends.

Travelling this way opened things up to me that wouldn’t have presented themselves if I’d have stayed in a hotel on my own the whole time. Because of where I stayed and the people I met, the following happened:

  • I decided there had to be more to life than my 9-5 back in England. I wanted to write.
  • I met an awesome group of musicians who ended up convincing me to go to Goa.
  • I had an amazing massage from a woman and then decided I wanted to learn how to do it myself – thus ending up in Thailand.
  • I decided that, in the pursuit of a new life, I wanted to do all of these three things. And publish my book while doing it.

So while I didn’t get to sit on my laptop every day and write a new chapter, I did advance in what I wanted to be my new life. I started putting the building blocks in place. And I can’t imagine never having gone now.

I’ve met so many people who have given me so much inspiration for new books that I’d struggle to write them all. I’ve been to places I would never have gone, again, getting inspiration that I can translate into my books. It was probably the best decision I’ve ever made.

So, I guess my advice is this. If you’re considering doing something similar – do it! If you’re on some kind of creative pursuit, all the better. Look at it as research. I thought it would be impossible to write a book and publish it outside the UK, but let’s get real, everything is done on the internet. As long as you have an internet connection, you’re all set.

It’s never going to be the wrong thing to do. Experience is the best inspiration there is.

I’m always looking for/fantasising about places to go. If you’ve travelled somewhere amazing, please share it!

Moving up the charts…where’s the bubbly?

So, I haven’t been making too much of a song and dance about it because I didn’t want to be annoying, but on the last check, Together Apart was sitting at number 76 in the Amazon.co.uk Romance chart, and number 53 in New Adult.

O.M.G

Celebration toast with champagne

The last few days have seen it really start to sell, and it just occurred to me, sitting here, that it’s a huge achievement – one which I’m very, very proud of. The idea of all those people reading it is exhilarating, and also, bloody petrifying. Knee-shaking, stomach–turningly terrifying. And, shortly, it’ll be available to readers on non-Kindle devices too. Gulp.

I’ve had some bad reviews, of course. I always knew I would – unfortunately there’s no such thing as a book that everyone loves, but they’ve been few and far between.

When Together Apart got through to the Authonomy Editor’s Desk, a fellow writer friend gave me a bottle of bubbly to celebrate. I still haven’t opened it, as I was waiting for a more tangible achievement – something that felt more real.

This is. It does.

So, it’s champers time! And I am absolutely, positively not going to sit here refreshing my screen every hour to check my sales and rank.

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p.s. that might have been a tiny, white lie

SOS from the depths of formatting hell

I love writing. It’s not always easy, though. I’m not someone who wakes up in the middle of the night with a eureka storyline, oh no. More likely, an idea pops into my head at the most random of times, like buying tomatoes. I love creating scenarios where people can do whatever I want them to do (control freak? moi?). I love the endless possibilities of it all. What I don’t love, is formatting.

I mean, honestly. Who ever  heard of using ‘styles’ in Word to format a document? Seemingly everyone else apart from me – that’s who. It was a right royal pain in the backside, but it wasn’t too tricky in the end. I almost had a celebratory glass of wine – until it came to paperback formatting.

frustration

I honestly don’t think there’s a better form of torture. For 3 days, I stayed up until way, way past my bed-time, trying to figure it all out. Page breaks, section breaks, blank pages, and page numbering…God, the page numbering.

Is it just me? Did anyone else find this insanely difficult? Maybe its because I break out in hives whenever I have to use footers in Word, but I just couldn’t get my head around it at all. Well, okay, I couldn’t get my head around it until I realised I was doing it wrong.

Facepalm.

What made it worse, was that I was following instructions written in a way that anyone could understand. Maybe I just have a penchant for overthinking things to the point of them making no sense at all, whatsoever.

There is one consolation though. At least when it comes to my next book, I’ll be a dab hand. Or at least, I hope so, otherwise I’ll have no hair left. Maybe there’s some kind of support group for formatting-scarred writers. If there isn’t one, there should be.

But, I guess it’s not all bad. I’m a step closer to my goal of getting it out in paperback. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

Right?

Midweek Meltdown – George Ezra, Coat of Armour

Artist: George Ezra

Track: Coat of Armour

I can’t write without music. Well, I can but it has to be a particular circumstance, like the zombie apocalypse or something equally drastic. Anyway, I was watching Later…with Jools Holland at the weekend and my ears melted when I heard George Ezra sing. This isn’t the song he played, it’s another that I’ve found and can I just say, it’s bee-yoo-tiful. I want to wrap it around myself like a blanket.

If you’ve got any music recommendations, please send them my way! You can also check out my previous weeks’ tracks by going to the Midweek Meltdown tab above, follow the playlist on YouTube or follow me on Spotify

Enjoy!

Sab Kuch Milega – Anything is Possible #travel #writing #goa #india

Sab Kuch Milega – Hindi. Translates to English as ‘Anything is possible.’

When I decided to publish Together Apart, I had a little fantasy of having a glass of bubbly substitute (because I don’t like the real thing) with a friend or two in a bar somewhere to celebrate. It didn’t quite work out like that in reality. What happened was, I pressed the big, yellow publish button from a cafe in Arambol, Goa in my own company with a latte and a slice of almond buckwheat cake at 7am while waiting for my friend to arrive from London. Rock and Roll.

It was just one of many things that have come to sum up the process of self-publishing that I’ve seen so far. Always expect the unexpected because anything is possible.

I did have some reservations before I left England. I really wasn’t sure what the internet situation would be like over there so I was pleasantly surprised to find that wifi was literally everywhere. Except, it always seemed to crash when I needed it the most. Like the very day I was to push the button after having announced the released date to my family and friends. Even still, it was a small price to pay for being here.

I should say, I’m not a travel writer. I made two diary entries in the 4 months I was away and they were on occassions where it was write or cry. I must admit, I do regret not spending a little time each day writing in my notepad but hey ho. In any case, I am a writer, and I chose  to publish my book while travelling. And this meant trying to sort out all the technical stuff, liaising with my editor and cover designer, tweeting, Facebooking etc etc etc while also trying to experience one of the the most diverse, crazy places on earth. I’ll get round to blogging about those in the near future.

My book has been out for 3 months now. There were times when I said I would never publish a book while travelling again. Which is funny, because I said the same thing after being in India for 3 months. Never again.

And yet…

I know I’ll go back. I feel I have to. I want to. I barely scratched the surface of Goa and Rajasthan, let alone India as a whole and as cliched as it sounds, it really is a special place. And the same goes for my book (not the special bit, although to me it is. Obvs.) I think – no, I know – that I’ll be somewhere else when Book 2 comes out next year. I don’t know where yet, but I will. I’ve always loved writing and now I’ve had a dalliance with travelling, I’ve decided I love that too. It can be done. There are a great many people doing all kinds of things as they travel – I don’t see why I shouldn’t be one of them.

Is anyone else a travel writer or a writer who travels? I’d love to hear how others found the process!

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