by
Will Macmillan-Jones

I’ll admit it. I’m
unknown. Bet you’ve never heard of me before, and (trust me on this) you
aren’t the only one. But I’d like to be known, and not only to the
police! Aside from a major lottery win, it’s unlikely unless my stuff starts
selling. And that means getting reviews.
How does a writer do
that? Well, I’ll bet that Louise for one practically has to hide from her
postman as he delivers the begging letters and offers of free books in exchange
for a review. Her email inbox probably overflows in the same way. I
expect she wears the delete key out every six months. And every one of
those letters/emails is from an unknown hoping that someone will look at their
book and say something nice about it. Or something horrid about it.
Anything about it, really.
Waiting for the outcome is
a bit like sitting in a cinema during a horror movie, waiting for that moment. Remember when you
saw Alien for the first time?
Like that!
Do you know what the odd
thing is?
An author needs the
occasional poor review as well as all the good ones. Our egos are crying out
for praise, but customers like balance – and that means getting the occasional
poor review too.
So, the next time that you
read a book review and shake your head over the shortcomings the reviewer has
found and exposed, remember that somewhere there might just be an author
punching the air in delight, screaming: “Yes! She didn’t like it!”
Will Macmillan Jones lives in Wales, a lovely green verdant
land with a rich cultural heritage. He
does his best to support this heritage by yelling loud encouragement at the TV
when Wales are playing International Rugby and drinking local beers, although
(of course) never to excess.
Having been an accountant for much of his working life, he
now writes in a desperate attempt to avoid terminal atrophy of his brain. A fifty-something lover of blues, rock and
jazz he has now achieved a lifetime ambition by extending his bookcases to fill
an entire wall of his home office.
The Mystic Accountants
Just when they thought that life had returned to normal
after defeating the Dark Lord in the lake District, Chris and Linda get a
letter – followed by a knock on the door.
Their friends are back, and they are in trouble – again.
In the mist haunted dwarf mansion, the Banned Underground
have played another gig. But this time
the feedback has blown apart the Throne of The Mountain King, and The Banned
must replace it, on pain or, well, pain.
But the junior dark Lord wants his revenge, if his Satnav doesn’t
prevent him from following the band.
Grizelda, off-white witch and occasional aunt to the teenagers, is
rather busy with some mad monks who want to conquer the world, starting with
Wales. Will Dai the Drinking Dragon
help? Will the Tuatha stay out of the
pub long enough to render assistance? If
not, Jailhouse Rock looms for the Banned Underground…
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