I guess I’m too old and out of touch for this hypersensitive, interconnected, techno savvy world. I had the crazy idea that if I wrote an original, amusing, and challenging novel, the rest would sort it out somehow. I’m not a fan of the Internet, I prefer real books rather than electronic gizmos, and I want to read something I haven’t read before, not merely a rehash of everybody else’s ideas.
I have a unique take on life, I’m a loner at heart, I take my time over things, I’m painfully aware that I just don’t fit in with the modern age. I’m old, white and straight, which these days seems to be almost a crime, but I’m not backing down. I am me, I write what I write, and if the online populous isn’t interested in what I do, I’ll seek an audience with the real world.
Expect a few changes on my site in the coming year, I’m planning to sell my work directly. I’ll print a short run of Build-A-Burger, and if and when I sell out, I’ll print some more. I’ll sell my wares here at FrankMaddish.com, and via as many independent booksellers as I can manage, most likely focusing on the South East for now.
I don’t have an agent or a publisher, I don’t seem to fit their criteria, wrong gender, age, colour, the list goes on, and so my plans for 2019 will be an uphill struggle no doubt. I never expected instant success, but those who know me and my work are as surprised as I am at the pitifully weak response to Build-A-Burger. Oh well, ho hum, that’s how the cookie crumbles.
I’ll keep writing no matter what, I have another novel in the works, it should be out sometime next year. It’ll have a British bent, more sci-fi, more humour, the kind of story my very few and faithful readers have come to expect.
One more thing, if you’re like me, with the odds stacked against you, just keep going, in one way or another it’ll be worth it in the end.