Having recently bought my daughter a Kindle e-reader for her birthday, I was thinking how things have changed.
I can remember, as a child, being really excited when I got a book for my birthday, particularly if it was one I had been waiting to read. E Nesbit was one of my favourite authors when I was younger. The Railway Children and Five Children and It being two of my favourites. I moved on to Jane Austin, and eventually Nora Roberts, all romances and all proper books. Although most of the classics got sampled at some point in time, I hated Dickens, loved Shakespeare and gave up if a book made me cry, like Black Beauty.
I still like paper books, but my little Kindle is so much easier to take on holiday, or slip in my bag to read on the train, and my granddaughter can read a full-length novel on her phone.
I write romantic suspense, and I like writing full-length novels, but it is getting harder and harder to get a 90,000 word book accepted by a publisher unless, of course, you are a big name already. My novellas, the ones already published by D.C.Thomson, are all on Amazon, but I’m rubbish at publicising myself, so they don’t sell as well as I would like – and I don’t write all that fast so I can’t produce four or five books a year, even novellas. So what do I do next?
I have a horrible feeling that by the time I decide what to do next, everything will have changed again.