Weird Fruit

Have you ever eaten a Medlar?

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A plate of Medlars

I ate my first about six years ago … and then last year we planted a Medlar tree. This year we have fruit.

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Medlar – papery skin peeled off
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Medlar – cut in half – puree squashed, one seed removed – top right,

It is a weird fruit! It is a member of the rose family despite having the look of an apple about it, albeit with a rather large ‘flower end’ which has in medieval times given it the slang name of ‘open-arse’ .  To me it has associations with Elizabethan England though it is not a native tree and has been cultivated since Roman times. But it is not its appearance that is strange – this is a fruit that has to be ‘bletted’ a word from the French which means ‘softened’ and to do this it has to start to decay –  rather like some cheeses, it goes soft through maturation. Once soft the acidic pale fruit turns a rich brown and becomes paste-like.  Once the outer papery layer is peeled off it can be eaten, tasting like thick apple puree which has been flavoured with spices, perhaps cloves and cinnamon. They do have hard ‘pips’ or seeds’ within them too.

The second weird fruit we have just harvested is a rather late planting of Physalis peruviana or the Cape Gooseberry. DSCF7336 (2)This is the first time we have grown these in over thirty years. A friend gave us these plants, the first lot we grew in the first greenhouse we owned when we lived in Plymouth. Back then no-one had  seen them before – they were truly exotic … today they seem to adorn almost every dessert we have when we eat out* (* not that we eat out often – but these are always there)  However, there is something still a little magical about the golden ball of tart sweetness hidden within the delicate papery lantern.

The third fruit we have been harvesting is another ‘gooseberry’ the Chinese Gooseberry (see how I linked those last two) or as it is more commonly known – the Kiwi Fruit. ‘Well, they are not strange or weird’ I hear you say. DSCF7329 (2)Though I always think they are a little weird as fruit goes … the strange thing is that our crop is grown in Cornwall UK .. and our few plants, as in some other years, yielded 657 kiwi fruits! These we stand in egg trays in a cool vermin-proof shed, and bring one tray indoors at a time to ripen an soften ready to eat … they last us well into spring.

One unusual fruit that we have tried to grow but have not had any success with is the black Mulberry. Where I grew up we had an enormous and very ancient mulberry tree.  Quite possibly one of those planted in the 17 century when they were imported and planted in the hope of rearing silk worms to make silk on them. Unfotunately someone was misinformed, as the silk worms prefer the White Mulberry. I loved that fruit and really wanted to grow one here, but all types of propagation and buying of stock resulted in failure. To me, the taste of the mulberry is the taste of my childhood.

Have you ever eaten a medlar, nicely bletted?  What did you think it tasted of?

Do certain fruits bring back memories for you

Do share, you know I love to hear from you.

By the way … ‘The Angel Bug’  is now available in Paperback from AMAZON  all over the world, and to order from all good bookshops, everywhere.

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What’s in YOUR wardrobe??

Yes, I’m still on a high about having The Angel Bug as a paperback in my hot little hand!  It is also available from  my website  and on Amazon!

But as I promised normal blogging resumes this week – and I have been delving into my wardrobe. Now my wardrobe is the repository for not only clothes but also for handbags, my belly-dance bag (filled with wraps, coin belts, anklets and bracelets) another bag full of my ‘over-spill’ belly-dance accoutrements, a couple of rucksacks, one with ‘walking gear’ crammed into it, a leisure rucksack with sun lotion and insect repellent in it ready – just-in-case. Under a shelf snuggle the walking boots, flip-flops, high-heel specials and other shoes, a bag of dressing up clothes and other random items I’ve crammed in there – as they might be useful one day. Plus, hanging on the inside of the door, a hanger with about twenty scarves draped from it.

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“Hmm .. black, black or … black?”

However, one of the things I did recently was to sort out my clothes by colour.

NO, not something I’ve ever done before. However it made me realise that my clothes ‘palette’ is very limited.

There is A LOT of black (in all its shades) then there is a range of reds on the burgundy end of the spectrum rather than the scarlet, then, in small but about equal amounts Cream and Turquoise. Finally there are the ‘mistakes’ Odd items in Blue, not my colour, Green, DEFINITELY not my colour and White – not good.

Many (many) years ago we had a colour therapist living in the village – and at a colour party I had my colours ‘done’. I was already into burgundy reds … and this turned out to be one of my colours (luckily) and I have carried on in the same way. As for the black … well it is so versatile and with a ‘trademark’ scarf of one hue or another slung around my shoulders it can be lightened and alleviated.

Now, I really do believe that some colours do suit certain people more than others… and we saw it time after time at that session as the swatches were draped around shoulders. Faces went from healthy to sallow just with a change of fabric colour.

Recently I heard someone say that as the years roll on you need to check whether your colour-match has changed as your skin tones change … perhaps I need to check 🙂

What are your favourite colours for wearing?

Have you ever had your colours done?

What else is in your wardrobe?

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Reasons to be cheerful!

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Smiley faces – courtesy of my grandson

I learnt some new stuff about personality last week and I am amazed!

Being on the slightly introverted side (though you’d never know as I tend to over-compensate) I also am a ‘bit of a worrier’. This shows itself in my tendency to want to organise things so that I know every ‘i’ has been dotted and every ‘t’ crossed.

Now, Michael Mosley (he of the ‘Fast Diet’-  borne from trying to ensure he doesn’t die early of being overweight and unhealthy) has turned his attention to Personality. Again, driven by his own ‘need’ and personality (after all a pessimist and a worrier would be the one to search for the way not to die early – wouldn’t they)

However, his anxiousness resulted in him also being an insomniac – which is NOT GOOD for anyone. Fortunately, I do not suffer from this ( but, hey, if I didn’t micromanage things – perhaps I would)

I have put a link to a youtube copy of this programme further down – the iplayer one will disappear too soon – so I hope this one gets left up – it is worth watching if you didn’t see it. (DON’T FORGET – YOU NEED TO GO TO THE TOP OF THE EMAIL AND CLICK INTO THE TITLE TO TAKE YOU TO THE BLOG TO SEE THE VIDEO)

I’ll not go through it step by step (you can watch it yourself) but I want to  bring out a couple of points that have interested me.

1, Our genes are not fixed! They can be turned on… and off.  Your environment (what happens in your life) therefore can change your personality – with the tantalising thought that a gene that was once turned on, say for depression, might be able to be turned off again.

2, That being an optimist can add 7 and a half years to the average lifespan. (This is almost double the extra that would be added if we found the cure for cancer) What’s not to like?

3, That you can literally ‘change your mind’ – you can redirect your thought patterns toward optimism – and towards a calmer reaction to stressful situations.

This is great news for many – as long as they are willing to put in the time —  10 minutes three times a week for the Cognitive Bias Modification (spent in front of a computer screen) for the thought patterns  and 10  rising to 20 minutes a day of meditation for the reactions to stress.  Doing it , however, is the same problem people have with doing exercises of any kind 🙂

Now that The Angel Bug is published, I am researching for my next novel and for part of this I am reading a book called, ”Born Liars – Why we can’t live without deceit’ where a chapter of the book is about placebos and the marvellous tricks our own minds can pull on us. (The placebos aren’t the bit I’m researching – but  I’m reading the whole book anyway)  The mind is an amazing thing, but what does it come to when you can’t trust your own mind! Yet what a marvel when it can provide a cure!

One thing they didn’t look at in the programme was the role of forgiveness. I believe that holding a grudge or feeling bad towards someone is the best way to create unhappy brain patterns and disturbed nights, whereas by forgiving you let go of that grudge. (I’m not saying this is possible for everyone to do in all circumstances – I can imagine some I couldn’t handle)  However, it would be interesting to see if forgiving is part of the mind’s method of dealing with stress.

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Are you an optimist or a pessimist?

What makes you happy or anxious?

Do cute pictures of kittens really make everyone happy?

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New experiences? … all grist to the mill

You may have heard (even literally if you live in Cornwall) that during the past week I had an interview with BBC Radio Cornwall about my new novel ‘The Angel Bug’!
I was offered a telephone interview as Radio Cornwall is situated in Truro which, for those of you out of county, is in the West of Cornwall, whereas I live so far to the East in Cornwall that another couple of miles due East and I’d be over the river Tamar and into Devon!

Well, it would mean a long trip there and back (never mind the cost of the fuel!) and all for a ten minute interview – but 1,  As a writer you garner experiences where you can, gather your feelings and impressions, make notes, take photos, and pack them away for a day when one of your characters walks into just such a situation, and 2, I felt I’d work a better interview face to face – rather than on the end of a telephone – and as it was my first I did want to mess it up. So I went to the studios instead.

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BBC Radio Cornwall Studios
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The Truro river, looking away from the city, beside Phoenix Wharf

BBC Radio Cornwall’s studio is situated at Phoenix Wharf, on the river at the edge of the city centre – a lovely setting as you can see.

I was early … I am nearly always early … can’t bear being late! And I was nervous – I have to admit this. I can stand up and talk to a class – I can address meetings as president of the WI or as Secretary of this group or that… but to be ME as myself – Author – no other ‘hat’ to hide beneath – this makes me nervous – definitely out of my comfort zone! Add in that this was a live broadcast and, obviously, I wanted it to go well .. and well.. you may understand how I was feeling.

I had ‘packed’ for the session, a bottle of water (filled with water from our spring at home) mints, tissues, glasses, some notes, a camera, lip-balm…so my small handbag was bulging with ‘bits’ when I arrived at the studios.

I waited, chatting with the receptionist, and then the presenter popped out to say hello; Tiffany Truscott, looking younger and prettier than her official photo shows her, was warm and welcoming and that made me feel a little better!

I was soon called through to the ante-room to the studio and after a short time was taken through into the Studio.

Having been sat down by a mike, I settled my glasses and notes down where they would not rustle (not that I had time to refer to them in the end anyway).  Tiffany then asked me a few questions – to warm up – as it were, making me feel a little more relaxed. Now whether this was also being monitored for sound levels or what I have no idea, but it seems likely.

The record  she was playing finished and she introduced me and ‘The Angel Bug’ to the whole of Cornwall…. well – I’m not going to write it all here.. Just click start > and listen TO THE 10 mins YOUTUBE AUDIO CLIP BELOW !! IF YOU ARE READING THIS ON THE EMAIL CLICK ON THE MAIN BLOG TITLE ABOVE AND IT WILL TAKE YOU TO THE BLOG WHERE THE CLIP CAN BE HEARD!! (the youtube links do not go through the email version)

There will always be things I would have liked to have said, that I didn’t, or names and words I should have memorised, that eluded me at the time – but in the end I felt it went well, that it was good, and I can tell why Tiffany is so good at her job – she made the interview process feel so natural – like a conversation (albeit with time pressures).

Have you done anything recently that has taken you out of your comfort zone?

Did you feel drained or energised by the experience?

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Today is the DAY!

So today is the DAY! Yep, the culmination of over four years work.  Break out the Champagne!

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Ann, toasting the launch of The Angel Bug, at The Eden Project where the book is set

Ok, so it wasn’t full time ( not by a long-chalk – I created my whole slateware business while this novel was being written, edited etc) but eventually it is ready to be put before the greater public.

Now, as I said to my beta readers (people who have not read the book before but are willing to read it with a critical eye for different aspects of the work and who feed-back in time for the work to be corrected, altered if appropriate and given a final polish) sending out the penultimate draft is like sending your firstborn off to school …..

Sending out the finished book is …. well .. just – scary – though at the same time exhilarating!

**LAUNCH PARTY **  **LAUNCH PARTY **  **LAUNCH PARTY **

What to do for a  BLOG LAUNCH PARTY? Well, I’m offering ALL my blog readers a free taster and a special deal for the launch month!

So , right NOW you can CLICK HERE to read the first 6 (yes SIX!) chapters absolutely free (in pdf so you can read it on your computer)

and if you go the AnnMadeBooks.co.uk  Launch offer  on this link right now, and for the whole of JULY only – you can buy THE ANGEL BUG  in all eformats for HALF-PRICE.

(once I launch on Amazon in August the price on my website has to go up to the full price)

Thank you all for being with me on this journey and especially everyone who has helped me on my way. The acknowledgements can get a bit lost at the end of a novel as they are – so I’m putting them here too!

To The Eden project for allowing me ‘behind the scenes’ and to Dr Alistair Griffiths (Horticultural Science Curator) for answering so many of my science and botanical questions about the Eden Project

Thanks also to Sir Tim Smit for reading through the manuscript and agreeing that I could use him as the only true-life character in the novel

Grateful thanks to my proof reader, Christine Haywood, my excellent beta-readers Nicky Hatherell, Steph Dickenson, Kathy Gilmore, Denyse Keslake, Joan Tall and, from the USA, Ann Quinn, and Cover designer Nathan Murphy.

and thank you blog-readers too – especially those who have given feedback on cover choice / blurb / the first few extracts and anyone who has ‘shared’ my blog on FB or tweeted a blog post – letting people know my new book is OUT NOW is so important and helpful to me 🙂  – thank you ALL!

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Ok, little one, off you go now … enjoy being read 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Do you do something creative?

How does it make you feel when you offer it up to the public?

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Cover Reveal, Blurb and last chance ….

Well, here we are …………….

The cover can now be revealed …………… roll on the drums …………..

BUT FIRST … The BLURB!

The Angel Bug (blurb)

‘These memoirs may be the only evidence left of what really happened, where it came from and how it spread.’ 

When Gabbi Johnston, a quiet, fifty-something botanist at Eden, was shown the unusual red leaves on the Moringa tree, she had no idea what was wrong. What she did know was that the legendary Dr Luke Adamson was arriving soon – and that he would insist on investigating it.

This is the unassuming start to a maelstrom of discovery and change – with Gabbi swept up in it. What starts out as an accident turns into something illicit, clandestine and unethical – but is it, as Adamson claims, really all for the best?

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‘The Angel Bug’, Ann Foweraker’s fourth novel, is set at the Eden Project in Cornwall, UK. This is a contemporary novel combining science fact and fiction, told by the people at the heart of the discovery.

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more drums …………………..

TA-DA!!!

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And DON’T MISS your LAST CHANCE to grab one of my previous novels .. sorry you still have to enter the competitionbut now EVERYONE WHO ENTERS WILL WIN!!! click here!

SO… What do you think of the final cover choice?

Does the Blurb make you want to find out more?

Are you enjoying the excerpts?

Do share ( even if it’s a no – I’d like to know why) … You know I love to hear from you!

 

NOW… the penultimate excerpt from THE ANGEL BUG – released 1st July on AnnMadeBooks

(from Ch 2 Luke – Oct 18th – 19th)  Dr Luke Adamson has woken after a bad night’s sleep following the lecture he gave at Cambridge University ……………….

My departure from the hall had meant fewer book sales than were usual, according to Kayleigh, so it had hit my Rainforest Foundation, and for that I was annoyed with just about everybody who’d had anything to do with the set-up for the lecture. I was lying there blaming them all for how it went wrong, and that included the pretty airhead, Kayleigh, lying beside me.

I slid from bed finding the floor cool beneath my feet, and padded through to the bathroom. On my way back I grabbed a towel and wrapped it round my waist.  A quick glance told me that Kayleigh was still asleep as I turned to stand at the un-curtained window, drinking in the ancient city as it came sleepily awake in a misty morning. After a few moments my perceptions shifted, the window replaced by a movie screen as memories came flooding through.  God! They had been electrifying times. I felt my blood stir as I thought of those years.

I saw my first immature awareness of the place, soon subsumed into an overpowering urge to beat it and everyone else at their own game. This place was supposed to be the best in the world; then I would be the best in it, no matter how I achieved it. I felt a smile touch my lips as I thought of the non-academic goals I’d set myself. Every one of them achieved, well very nearly, even if I’d had an advantage over the competition in both looks and provenance.

Rowing had been a first love from my early days on the New Hampshire lakes and later at Johns Hopkins, but at Cambridge the competitive edge took me over. There weren’t many other scientists on the crews and I worked really hard to dispel the ‘weak scientist’ prejudice that some of the crew members had. It meant being harder and meaner than they were. Harder meant I’d trained twice as much, meaner meant that at the crucial team-choosing time I’d zeroed in on a guy who’d been hassling me from day one. If he wasn’t calling me a ‘Yank’ then it was the science thing or because my hair was long and blond. So when he’d called out ‘Hey Blondie, did you forget your handbag?’ I’d walked over, punched him out and then turned away. He’d come up fighting mad and launched himself at my back, whereupon I’d grabbed his arm and folded forward tipping him over my back to land flat on the floor at my feet, only I didn’t let go of the arm, feeling something give as his body cracked down. Others had caught up with us by then; I shook my hand free of his and stepped back. He clambered up but the rest of the team held him back, and plenty said he’d asked for it.  The fractured wrist put him out of the running, and me firmly into a place on the winning team for that most prestigious of races – the Oxford and Cambridge boat race.

I had worked all hours on the first piece of ‘competitive’ work and still found time to sweet-talk and bed the girlfriend of my main rival. That was the way I found out about the progress he was making, and how I came to the conclusion I’d have to upset the other guy’s experiments somehow, as they were proving too successful. In the end it was nothing to get into the other lab at the end of the day and turn off a switch. It could have been anybody that turned off the wrong switch, easily done, and weeks of preparation and incubation were wrecked in a single night of cold. It was all I needed to get the edge to complete and write up my work successfully by the deadline, whereas my competitor struggled to get to the end of his experiments. I took the girlfriend too, for a time, not for long, just about the length of time it took her to find out about the others.

For intelligent women they weren’t that good at working out my game, and boy were they intelligent! Just chatting to them was an intellectual sparring match in itself, and remembering that sent a shiver through me. That Kayleigh had to go, a PA from the publishing house, supposedly organising my tour, she was attractive in just the way I liked, and fell readily into bed, but talking to her was like conversing with a TV guide. If it wasn’t on the TV, then she didn’t know anything about it. She seemed to live in a reality show and knew all about the goings on in the soaps almost before they did, but intellectual conversation, even about books or publishing, seemed completely beyond her.

‘Hey!’ I shouted close to her ear. ‘Are you going to get that useless head of yours off the pillow or what?’

‘What?’

‘Yeah, right, listen up, I’m not intending to hang around here to be quizzed. I want transport out booked, pronto, I’m out of here by ten at the latest.’

‘Oh right,’ she glanced at her watch. ‘I’ll just grab a shower.’

‘No! I want that transport arranged first – then you can do what you like because I’m going to do this last tour date on my own.’

‘But Luke,’ she started her voice almost a whine. ‘I’m coming too, aren’t I?’

‘Don’t you ever listen? No, I’m going alone. You were great. I was glad to know you, but this is it, goodbye. Got it?’

Kayleigh pulled the sheet up over her breasts, her eyes wide, shaking her head slightly. ‘Just like that? You cold bastard, just like that?’

I shrugged and started to pick out clothes to dress in, then realised she hadn’t moved. ‘Phone! Now!’  Kayleigh jumped and, still clutching the sheet to herself, wriggled across the bed to the phone.

‘Okay, Luke  – er Dr Adamson? I’ve booked you a taxi, but where will you want to go, like, your flight to Newquay isn’t until tomorrow, and you were supposed to be a guest of the University until then.’

‘Screw that, can’t you get me down there today?’

‘Well, I don’t know – I’ll see, it might not be easy, being a small airport, and I don’t know how many flights there …’

I cut in ‘Find out then! And if it’s an okay then get the hotel booking moved up a day too.’

‘Sure, fine, right away.’

I was pacing the room, wondering if even going to this last venue was worth it and why on earth had I allowed myself to get worked up over nothing. It was this place. I’d had come out top in everything; academic, sport and personal ambitions were all met, yet I’d never felt accepted, and I realised that still bugged me.

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Physical work as distraction therapy

So, that’s it.  The Angel Bug has been sent out to a number of readers for a read-through by fresh eyes, as both my proofreader and I have read it so often we can’t see what is there, what was there and what isn’t there anymore – editing can throw up errors you, yourself, just can’t see.

Now, some of these readers know my style of writing and like it, and some have not read any of my novels before, but are avid readers, and then there’s one in the USA.

The latter because in The Angel Bug one half of the story is told from the view point of an American, and at times he also interacts with other Americans in the USA. Now, I have tried to make sure that he thinks and talks in the right slang and idiom for an American, but what do I know? I’m UK born and bred! Anything ‘off-note’ however, should jump out at a bona fide American and then I should be able to remedy the problem before The Angel Bug is published.

Here’s a conundrum for you …

UK = ‘This is a herbal mixture’  USA = ‘This is an herbal mixture’ (said ‘This is an ‘erbal mixture’  the American using the original pronunciation of herbal – hence the required ‘an’ as indefinite article.)

So, how would you render this in a book that, hopefully, will be read both sides of the Atlantic? 

My solution – ‘an herbal’ when the words are in the mouth of an American, ‘a herbal’ when in the mouth of a Brit.  I’m hoping that this will make ultimate sense as it is read.

Now, I am sure you are thinking that you have read traditionally published books written by either Americans putting words into the mouths of Brits ( or visa versa), and they have been wrong, wrong, WRONG!  Or situations – like the ‘muffin shop’ in a Dartmoor village selling blueberry muffins, ( back at a time before the UK had heard of muffins that were made of cake  –  and not the traditional English Muffin – bread,  let alone had whole shops for them) – which particularly sticks in my mind along with the ‘Chalk pits on Dartmoor’ that the  American author also had. (They are  actually China clay)

However, any serious indie published novelist will have realised from reading the blogs on writing, publishing and reviews, readers are frequently far more critical of indie published works than they are of traditionally published works, and as a book can be bought via the internet anywhere in the world …  you ‘d better get that world and its use of language right.

Unfortunately, it is the self-publishing writers who slap their books up without even proofreading them that has brought this hyper-critical gaze to indie published works. Simple fact – no matter how good you are at spelling, grammar and use of the English language – you cannot proofread your own work. Your mind will always read what it expects to read. Hence those great but tricksy ‘can you read this’ lines that get sent around the internet with letters missed or replaced by numbers looking a bit like the letters .. and yes! You can still read it!   S1M1L4RLY,   Y0UR M1ND   15   R34D1NG   7H15   4U70M471C4LLY   W17H0U7   3V3N   7H1NK1NG   4B0U7   17.

So, why the title of today’s blog?  Physical work as distraction therapy.

Well, sending out your novel to new readers is a bit like sending your first child off to school for the first time…. a bit nerve wracking. So I find distraction and pleasure in physical work instead. (Strangely, housework is no good for this therapy – well, that’s my excuse!)

In this case making some beautiful reclaimed slate coasters, out of Delabole roofing slates that may have been on a roof for two hundred years or so … and now are transformed by cutting, filing and, the amazingly revelatory, rubbing down with wet and dry paper – that shows what time and the mineral content of the slate have made of it. Each one different. Each one attractive in its own way. Love them 🙂 Do click on the picture to see them better!

These are going to the St Dominick Craft Fair – I can’t sell them from my slate-ware website as they vary so much I’d have to photograph and put up a special box for each one!

And while I worked I did not think of  The Angel Bug, all alone, out there … but I did allow my mind to wander and to wonder, what next? To listen for the voice of my next narrator ….

 

Have you any favourite howlers from traditionally published novels?

How do you take your mind off things?

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Judging a Book by its Cover

This week I have been trying to get a handle on what I want on the cover of my new novel ‘The Angel Bug‘.

Traditionally published novelists often get no say in what goes on their cover. I heard one author complain that the cover of one of her Romance novels showed a blonde wearing tweeds, when it was obvious to anyone who’d even read the first chapter of her book that the main character was a brunette and wouldn’t have been seen dead in tweeds. (She said that it was set in the countryside, and she guessed that’s as far into the description of the novel as the illustrator had read)

The other extreme is deciding totally on your own what to have on your own book cover. And there’s the rub… what impression to convey with the cover? It is definitely a tricky choice because some people DO JUDGE BOOKS BY THEIR COVERS !

Now, I have the offer of a professional job on the cover, once I have an idea of what I want .. so I have been trying a few rough mock-ups myself – finding this easier than explaining in words what I want. (The words that come out of my mouth seem to get translated into a different language as they go into someone elses ears)

The Angel Bug is set at the (world) famous Eden Project (in Cornwall) – at least for the core of the novel… so I thought I’d try to combine a picture of this with the idea of a ‘bug’ or ‘bacteria’ and change the picture of Eden to look like something you might see down a microscope.

Ok, effective-ish but WHAT MESSAGE WAS IT GIVING?  Having shown it to a few people I realised it wasn’t coming over the way that it was meant… it was looking a bit sci-fi..ish, a bit ‘weird’ and probably my usual readers wouldn’t pick it up.

So I tried the same idea without the inverted colours… now it just looked messy.

I won’t show you the weird effects I created trying to make it look like Eden was sat in a petri dish.. or indeed under an actual microscope – the images were too rough and I deleted them before thinking about this blog post!

I tried with a different picture and different view – better, I thought, but still the book looked like a sci-fi or a thriller…. neither of which it is, though,I suppose, it does carry some small elements of both.

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Another colour change and I felt I was working towards something that might not frighten off my readers … but did it convey the right image of the book?

At this point I really don’t know … I do know that it needs more thought and more feedback … or perhaps I’ll settle for the ‘blonde in tweeds’ and be done with it …

What does this cover say to you? Would you pick it up to read the blurb?

Do you judge a book, in the first instance, by its cover?

How do you select books to read?

Do share – I’d love to hear from you… and you never know it might help me 🙂

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