Just over a year ago I published the first book in the Daydreamer Chronicles series. It had a self-made cover and zero budget but this was balanced out by the optimism, encouragement and generous support received from friends and family.
Since then the second and now third book in the series have been published, and the first book has been revised and updated a couple of times, (including the new cover, and with the benefit of hindsight, some further editing & housekeeping), receiving some lovely reviews along the way.
So with all this going on, it has been a very busy year one way or another, culminating with the arrival of the hard copies of book three yesterday.
I wanted to say a big thanks to everyone that has supported the series, (whether through reviews, facebook post likes / shares, or just generally being nice!) and will be running a giveaway or two in the coming weeks to show my appreciation, so keep your eyes peeled.
Introducing another of the new characters, Isabella. Steam powered adventurer and all round troublemaker.
By now Bella had joined the others, standing alongside Adam and looking amazingly unconcerned. “Wind me up…” Bella hissed out the side of her mouth, as the menacing, although still very odd, strongman strode towards them.
“Wind… me… up, quickly!” This time Bella gestured with her thumb back to the spot where her brass arm was locked into place just below her right shoulder. To his surprise, (although he was increasingly wondering why anything surprised him anymore), Adam saw a handle. Other than the fact it was stuck out of someone’s back, it reminded him of the key used to wind the old clock that had taken pride of place on his mother’s bedside table for years.
In the run up to Book 3 in the series I thought I’d take the chance to introduce a couple of the new characters that pop up. The first of these is the rather unpleasant underworld figure known only as ‘Granny’, with an extract from ‘Where Dreams End’ below giving a brief glimpse.
Rather hesitantly Adam walked across to stand in front of her, caught in the glare of the lamps hanging around the desk and the small oasis of clear space that surrounded it. Up close Granny was even more ancient than Adam had first thought and considerably grubbier. The fine clothes didn’t appear to have been washed for some time and there was an unpleasant smell that he tried not to react to.
“It’s a very rare thing you’re asking for,” she began. “There are only two captains that I would trust on the Dwam, and unfortunately for you one of them is quite mad.”
“So, who is the other one?” Adam asked. She smiled back at him, not particularly pleasantly, revealing what remained of her teeth. A series of alternating black and brown tombstones in remembrance of long lost and sadly missed oral hygiene.
“Oh my…” she giggled, “…you don’t understand at all do you? It’s the mad one that you need to find. The other one is much, much worse.”
“Where then, where do we find this captain?” Adam asked her, trying not to breathe in too heavily, her last exhalation having made him slightly woozy.
At his question she held out a wrinkled hand, the skin on her fingers hanging loose, like oversized jumpers on skinny children, waiting to grow into their clothes. Despite her lack of words, her intention was transparent enough.
Slight delay in the release of book three, having discovered that at least one of the weeks in the story seems like it could be eight days long. As a result the doomsday clock (or countdown timer) to book three has been reset by a couple of weeks.
My initial argument that time operates differently in the dreamworld, and therefore that the rather longer than normal week is fine, didn’t completely stand up to detailed scrutiny, so I am off to do a quick re-write of a couple of paragraphs (with a calendar by my side… and possibly a calculator).
You will experience a story that no one else in the world will ever have. Every character, every street, every detail and every action will be unique to your imagination. Then one day you will watch the film and say – “Well that’s not how he / she / it should look…” – and you will be right.
Hopefully nearly there now with Book 3. Just one more round of proof reading, editing, and beta reading and then it’s good to go (and I can rest in the evenings, or start watching Game of Thrones or something…)
Reasons why it’s really, really good to read (and sometimes write) #1: Remember when you were a child and you existed as the hero at the centre of your own story, the rest of the world slowly spinning around you. Anything was possible. You could be an astronaut, detective or ninja (or best of all a crime solving, space travelling, ninja). Then, as you grow up, you slowly realise that you might not get to always be the hero character after all. Perhaps instead you become the comedy sidekick, the reliable friend, the caring parent or some other supporting character in the stories of the people around you – and eventually you realise just how important this is. But it’s still nice, every now and then, to put yourself back in the centre of the story again and be the hero for a while. Reading (and sometimes writing) has got to be the absolute, unbeatable, number one way to do that. It’s good to dream every now and then – there’s probably some sort of science that proves it’s good for your brain 😉 (Image By Eneas De Troya from Mexico City, México – Lectura para unas vidas, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=24676730)