It’s two years since I published TITO’S DEAD, my first novel. I didn’t know what to expect and yes, if I had it all to do again, I’d do it different. The good thing I can draw from its relatively dismal sales is, it’s still out there to be discovered.
Blogger Napoleon Nalcot https://ashegrowsup.wordpress.com/) reminded me of this when he sent me this wonderful comment, having read this post, Words of Mouth, which I wrote about two years ago. Anyway, Napoleon’s simple message told me everything about why I write. This is what he wrote, I guess Tito’s not dead. Because he lives in every word of the story you’re telling. I’m very grateful, Napoleon, for those words. I write because I want people to read.
So, here it is, unexpurgated.I think it’s my third or fourth WordPress blog. If you enjoy my writing, believe me, you’ll enjoy Tito’s Dead, where you can buy it for a knock down price that’s less than the cost of a cup of coffee or, you can order it in paperback, for a price that befits its ‘rare’ status.
My eternal thanks to those who took the time and bother to buy TITO’S DEAD. It appears Irish readers are among the last of the Literary Luddites, who appear to believe language is communicated through paper, rather than words, hence, an apparent reluctance to grasp the notion of reading a book on their phones.
Undeterred, though, I am a firm believer in TITO’S DEAD. It is, and not just in my estimation, a well written and exciting crime thriller.
The intention I had, in publishing it myself, was, apart from my own resolute stubbornness and lifelong desire for independence, a combination of disillusion and disbelief in the priorities of conventional publishing. It’s cheap, too, or rather, low cost.
What they don’t tell you about are the hidden costs, particularly marketing. Now I’ve never been a ‘joiner’, so I’ve an innate reluctance to parade my wares through the countless promotional social sites and blogs and twits. So that’s been a disadvantage.
I’ve no axe to grind, no bone to pick and no song to sing. I’ve only got my words and the stories they tell. I’ll go on telling them.
I got my first ‘royalty’ from Amazon, recently. It wasn’t, by any stretch, an impressive sum and it will never defray my costs. But it did afford me some measure of recognition, at least for the path I’ve chosen.
By day, I work as a waiter. All the time, I’m a writer. I was a journalist for more than twenty years. Sadly, my creative writing activities have not warranted much support from my former colleagues – with the sole exception of my old mate, Mark Kavanagh, deputy editor of the Irish Daily Star.
I’ve started writing a new book and I’m feeling good about it.
Tito’s Dead deals with a world where the roots of every motive are underpinned by others that can be secret and evil. But humanity holds itself together.
Words, language and communication are the three things in my life that remain constant. Perhaps it’s a sign of the times. I was born in the ’50s and moved, through transistor radios, stereo phonics, Walkmen, eight tracks, cassettes, DAT, CDs, microwave to broadband and smart phones.
But the one common thread is language, almost a living, breathing organism, however abused, it adapts, shifts shape and meaning.
That’s what I wanted to tap in to by self publishing TITO’S DEAD, word of mouth. Perhaps naively, I believe good, will out and people will seek and find quality. So, if you’ve read TITO’S DEAD, ‘Share’ this and let someone else know.
And, if you haven’t read it, please do. Then, tell your friends.