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MAKING OUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT: A MERRY JOURNEY
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Alan Camrose
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Why do mince pies no longer look like coffins?
How do you navigate yesteryear’s family games without a fire extinguisher?
Why did Father Christmas trade in his wagon for a sleigh when he first came to town?
Why should you complain if you don’t receive at least one gold ball from the Big Man?
And how do the best Christmas songs jingle our bells?
A perfect festive stocking filler or present, this delightful book is illustrated with glorious pictures, and can be shared with your family and friends for years to come.
Working out what couda been a Christmas contender…
I wanted to share with you some of my thought process about finding the title for my new release Christmas book for a chilled out festive season.
It has gone through various incarnations before it goes live on 4 November 2021 – in hardback, paperback and eBook. On Amazon.
First up, it was going to be part of a series that I will be publishing in the New Year about how beds tuck into our popular culture. My Christmas book was going to be the first in the series, called Two Turtle Duvets.
The Christmas project evolved into a stand-alone book on how the Christmas traditions that we have come to know and love have evolved. Nothing too serious, nothing too heavy, but a playful look at our Xmas season.
That demanded soemthing else on the title front, something catchy. I thought I had found it:
Checking it Twice: A List of our Christmas Present
Quite pleasing, I thought, but a bit too “list-y”, not least because of the cunning use of the word “list” in the sub-title… It didn’t last long enough to make it to the spell-checker. I didn’t want a laundry list; I wanted a walk, a search, a romp (no!), a promenade (too formal), a meander (too waffly…)…
A Journey.
I wanted to play with the double meaning of “Christmas Present”, and arrived at:
What makes our Christmas Present – on some sort of journey. Like the Three Wise Men but with a lap-top.
First make it sharper and snappier: Making our Christmas Present. With a better sub-title, then.
First thing that came to mind was A Brief History. That made it sound like an academic treatise, not a journey. So, getting closer, I decided on A Jolly Journey, but that sounded like a booze cruise.
I chose A Merry Journey, because who doesn’t want Christmas time to be a merry way of looking at the festive season?
And here it is:
Making our Christmas Present gives you an idea of discovering Christmas as it now is, with a merry journey to get you there.
There. I’m done, from Two Turtle Duvets to the final version, in the St Nick of time for Christmas…
I hope you like it!
Best wishes,
Alan
Alan Camrose
Why do mince pies no longer look like coffins?
How do you navigate yesteryear’s family games without a fire extinguisher?
Why did Father Christmas trade in his wagon for a sleigh when he first came to town?
Why should you complain if you don’t receive at least one gold ball from the Big Man?
And how do the best Christmas songs jingle our bells?
All these questions that I wanted to answer about Christmas, packaged up in a glossy cover for my new book, Making our Christmas Present: A Merry Journey.
The answers and a lot more will be revealed from 4 November 2021.
This will be a FREE download, which I hope you will enjoy, and I would ask you please please please to take a few moments to post a review. It’s the lifeblood of authors like me, and I would appreciate it very much.
But enough of that!
I wanted to give you here a quick insight into my author thought processes around the book.
I wanted a snappy, Christmassy cover with instant appeal. I don’t know whether I managed that but this is how I got to where I am now.
The book looks at centuries of Christmas, and where the traditional bits came from that individually and together serve up most people’s vision of Christmas. It’s not a history epic or a social commentary or a heavyweight study. The heaviest it gets is fretting over Santa’s belt size…
So I needed light.
I started by thinking about Christmas. There is of course more than one major defining point:
But I fastened onto Santa and how he became the figure we know today – instantly recognisable for the cover, at least today’s version.
I thought about him using an evolutionary cover, something like this, with overlapping pictures merged together:
Too complicated.
Too serious.
So, Plan B was initiated. A Christmas Kiss – otherwise known as A Christmas Keep It Simple, Stupid
Christmas trees. We all think of brightly-lit and decorated trees at Christmas time…
So why not go for a more sophisticated dark background, and a blurry tree.
Much better. I like this but it’s a bit tooo sophisticated for a book that’s supposed to be merry while Santa is “Checking it Twice”. That had been the original title. This pic was too serious, looking like it was dressed up for cocktails…
Third time lucky, then.
I went for Christmas trees again, but not just any old Christmas trees. Toy ones, with the addition of a Santa hat on one of them.
I think (hope) that hits the more amusing, whimsical vibe that I’m after, which fits in with my writing style.
And here it is, in all its glory with the new title, the one that will be published on 4 November: on Amazon Books:
More playful, less creaking with history, not so blingy…
I hope you’ve found this insight into this part of my creative process interesting
More to come on other stuff soon, and you’ll get it first on my blog…
Cheers!
Alan
Alan Camrose
The art exhibition at Waddesdon Manor in Buckinghamshire is fabulous in the true sense of the word, derived here from fables. Magnificent and profound.
Gustave Moreau (1826-98) (he was not a doctor and did not live on an island) was a French painter who created in watercolour a suite of 64 exquisite paintings to illustrate the 17th-century Fables of Jean de la Fontaine. Those Fables were in many cases re-workings of Aesop’s Fables, telling tales of Gods and dragons, lions and golden chariots, rendered in rich detail that seems to generate its own light.
The Lion and the Gnat is probably my favourite of the paintings.
The Gnat uses his brave sting to best the mighty Lion. Then he, without thinking, trumpets his unlikely victory to the world, flies up in the air and is trapped in a spider’s web and eaten.
All opponents deserve respect, no matter how weak and feeble they may look, but arrogance from victory can lead to disaster.
Jean De La Fontaine
‘Go, paltry insect, nature’s meanest brat!’
Thus said the royal lion to the gnat.
The gnat declared immediate war.
‘Think you,’ said he, ‘your royal name
To me worth caring for?
Think you I tremble at your power or fame?
The ox is bigger far than you;
Yet him I drive, and all his crew.’
This said, as one that did no fear owe,
Himself he blew the battle charge,
Himself both trumpeter and hero.
At first he play’d about at large,
Then on the lion’s neck, at leisure, settled,
And there the royal beast full sorely nettled.
With foaming mouth, and flashing eye,
He roars. All creatures hide or fly, –
Such mortal terror at
The work of one poor gnat!
With constant change of his attack,
The snout now stinging, now the back,
And now the chambers of the nose;
The pigmy fly no mercy shows.
The lion’s rage was at its height;
His viewless foe now laugh’d outright,
When on his battle-ground he saw,
That every savage tooth and claw
Had got its proper beauty
By doing bloody duty;
Himself, the hapless lion, tore his hide,
And lash’d with sounding tail from side to side.
Ah! bootless blow, and bite, and curse!
He beat the harmless air, and worse;
For, though so fierce and stout,
By effort wearied out,
He fainted, fell, gave up the quarrel.
The gnat retires with verdant laurel.
Now rings his trumpet clang,
As at the charge it rang.
But while his triumph note he blows,
Straight on our valiant conqueror goes
A spider’s ambuscade to meet,
And make its web his winding-sheet.
We often have the most to fear
From those we most despise;
Again, great risks a man may clear,
Who by the smallest dies.
Jean De La Fontaine
The frenzy of the lion is right there on the canvas, and the buzzing, stinging gnat, painted in a different medium – shiny gouache – to make it stand out more – is like a deadly ghost looming over the now beaten beast. But the gnat’s glowing triumph is moments away from despair and defeat in the looming darkness above.
This is flash fiction, nineteenth century-style.
I felt the need to bang the drum for this Moreau, the great Symbolist.
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
Featured image at top of post: Jupiter and the Thunderbolts. Not a heavy metal band.
The exhibition is still open at Waddesdon until 17 October 2021.
The return of the Scarlet Pipistrelle
First night of our Summer hols. Couple of glasses of wine, nicely settled into the Old Rectory that we rented for a week. Blissful sleep.
Then it came.
Claws. Fangs. Leathery.
And that was just Offspring One, crashing into our bedroom at 2:00 am.
“There’s a bat in my bathroom! A bat!”
Still waking up, “How big?”
“What’s that got to do with it? There’s a bat in my bathroom!!”
Awkward. There’s a strict No Pets requirement for staying in the house. And it had been advertised as a B&B, not standing for Bed & Bat.
“I closed the door, maybe it’ll fly back out of the open window?’
Maybe.
Visions of a hulking leather-winged beast lurking in theshadows.
“Let’s keep your door shut,” I said, not wanting to turn this into a wildlife safari in the middle of the night.
I called Reception, “I know this is a bit odd but we have found a bath in my son’s batroom at the Rectory.. Sorry, it’s late. A bat in his bathroom.”
The man on Reception was unruffled, “There are six types of bat on the estate. They’re endangered species, you know.”
“My son’s feeling pretty endangered.”
“Do you know what type of bat?”
“An unwanted bat. Can you send someone over to catch it and let it out?”
I’m afraid not. No-one on the staff has a bat-catching licence.”
“A bat-catching licence?”
“Otherwise it’s illegal. They’re endangered , remember?”
“Ah yes. So what do we do?”
“If it doesn’t leave, we’ll have to call in the bat people.”
“Bat people?”
Uncontrolled, spitting, gasping mirth. Heroic effort to maintain the conversation. Dinnah-dinnah-dinnah-dinnah-dinnah-dinnah-dinnah-dinnah Bat-people. Does Robin come with them, too?
“We probably won’t need them. Don’t worry, sir, it will probably be gone by morning.” I could hear him smiling, “There’s no charge for an extra guest. This happens a fair bit. The poor thing probably got lost on the way to the belfry next door.’
I supposed it was like the bat looking for a new home. Maybe a TV series would be made about that.
They could call it Echo-Location, Echo-Location, Echo-Location.
The bat was nowhere to be seen in Offspring One’s room, even though we sought him here and sought him there, we damn well sought him everywhere. He had dutifully flitted off by the morning. No need for the Bat-phone., but since then I have noticed one thing:
The windows in the Rectory have never been so tightly shut.
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
With thanks to Johannes Giez and Igam Ogam for the bat pics.
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Coming Soon!
My third and fourth books, one a darkly humorous fantasy novel, one a non-fiction book, will soon be available.
What are they about?
BUILDING MEMORIES
My fantasy novel is called Building Memories.
It’s the first in a series about the coming of age of a young woman PI in South London where she needs to cope with her dangerous heritage and survive in two worlds at the same time.
DIVAN INSPIRATION
My non-fiction book is a series devoted to looking through the bedroom keyhole at different aspects of our lives.
Part One is Counting Sheep.
Part Two is beds and sleeping as featured in the movies: The Good, the Bed and the Snuggly.
I am excited to publish these books and hope you’ll join me on their journey.
REQUEST FOR REVIEWS
I’d love everyone reading this to be part of the launch process. I’m hoping that, if you’re reading this, you enjoy my writing style in my blog, or in my earlier books.
If so, and you’d like to read more in the same vein, then please become part of my launch team and make a Verified Purchase of a pre-launch copy (in form) of whichever book (preferably both!) you’d like to read. I will make sure you have time to read it before the official launch.
I will make the price the lowest price I can post it – 0.99.
A Verified Purchase review of the book on Amazon on the Launch Date would be amazing and very much appreciated.
Further details will follow about how you can participate.
Just leave a Comment below confirming you’d like to be part of my team.
Thanks very much, and I hope you will be part of the team.
More details next week.
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
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This time, unravelling one of the mysteries of the Amazon self-publishing algorithm…
I am embarking on publishing my third book and it has made me re-evaluate some of the processes and activities involved.
Selling books on Amazon is a conundrum. On the face of it, practically, it seems so easy.
And yet…
Once you’re happy with the text of your new book and worked through the mysteries of trim size and blurb composition, there’s the sacred task of trying to ensure that your epic can actually be seen by people. Yes, I’m talking about the Dreaded Amazon Algorithm. Not right now the dark arts of “independent” reviews and how they affect sales. More about where you pigeon-hole your work in the labyrinth of department categories and sub-categories to be sniffed out by eager and thirsty readers.
Yes, those links that can put the catastrophe into categories.
On the face of it there are two categories for a book to fall into, chosen from a limited list of single words. My first novel was a mix of fantasy, humour, crime, and adventure, so was impossible to pin down in two categories for a “better consumer experience”.
I’m all for a better consumer experience, it’s what we harried authors strive for. Short-cuts don’t cut it.
Then I discovered that Amazon has a rabbit up its sleeve. A big rabbit.
Extra categories and sub-categories.
If you ask them nicely.
I asked them nicely and they confirmed that an author can place a book in a total of up to ten categories and sub-categories combined. That means that you can be a bit more granular about who might be interested in seeing your work and more likely to see it in the blizzard of zillions of offerings in the massive bucket catch-all categories. Why that is not publicised at the start and baked into the initial set-up process is beyond me, but if you’re not aware of it at the moment, then it’s worth spending time delving into the area while you get ready to publish.
Am I shooting myself in the rabbit’s foot by divulging what is to be fair a not-secret, just not universally known?
Absolutely not. What helps you helps me, as far as I can see…Greater precision gives greater confidence to all authors and readers alike.
More granular means less cross consumers who don’t want to dive into the giant Fantasy Bucket when they are after a Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > LITERATURE & FICTION > HUMOUR & SATIRE >
BRITISH book.
Check it out for your next project. In all honesty, I’m not sure what difference it really makes, but for your British Humour and Satire book, it’s better it’s visible there among the smaller thimble of titles than the giant LITERATURE & FICTION swimming pool, right?
For an e-book (the principle is similar for paperbacks):
Hope that’s helpful.
Happy categorising!
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
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This time, I take a trip around my Art Gallery to share with you…
Last time, I wrote about painting. Painting the fence in my back garden. I thought I would share with you a few items from when I used to play with thinner paint brushes. And pencils. They were done a while ago, but I guarantee that I had more fun with them than with the fence.
I enjoy the discipline of drawing and painting, and the danger of making the next mark on the canvas or drawing pad where it hangs in the balance whether that will spoil or enhance the offering.
I write books and this blog with a view to exercising my creative muscles, but I have over the years dallied with an easel rather than a keyboard.
I hope you enjoy my sojourn through my sketchbooks and folders.
First up is a self-portrait of me at the Hong Kong Sevens in the 1990s, concentrating on supping my beer with the pitch in the background. That would have been after the Bloody Marys for breakfast to wash down legions of sausage sandwiches, staving off the pain of watching Fiji and the All-Blacks yet again contesting the Final. That pain is reflected in the glowing colours of my pint.
More Asian influence comes from the Balinese puppet that I have included, a still life of the jointed figure bought in a street market. The crumpled form not only reflects the marionette’s posed form, but also chimes with how the day ended after those beers above…
Finally for now, I have included a picture of my junk in Hong Kong Harbour (Hong Kong means ‘Fragrant Harbour’ in Chinese – a tragic example of wishful thinking), on which I would have slept on the top deck as it meandered home:
That’s all for now…
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
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You are very welcome to my Random Place, and thanks for stopping by.
This time, I hope this post will make you Epée …
We decided to do some Olympic fencing. My bad. I mis-understood. We did fence painting instead.
Regardless, if there were an Olympic Gold awarded for that discipline, then I reckon I’d be in with a shot. There’s skateboarding and surfing, so why not fence painting?
Anyway, last week, we only found time to work on fence posts in my garden, not blog posts. The only worry is that the medal would be only a Silver – Silver Birch Grey, rather than Gold. That was a clear possibility given the artistic spray of paint around the arena. Think of it as a similar artistic exercise to Rhythmic Gymnastics with a ribbon. But with paint.
All for the glory with the Olympic Rings…
And then, of course, there’s the mechandising:
It all felt like more of a Marathon, or perhaps more accurately the Pentathlon:
Pressure wash
Sand
First Coat
Second Coat
Snags
Awesome.
I thought of it as a triumphant debut, never having painted anything before except maybe an Airfix aircraft or two when I was a kid, and they always came out Smudge Brown. This time it was a team event. A relay. Three of us in the team, handing over the baton (more to the point, brushes) as we worked our way round.
But we reached the Finish Line, well the bit of the finish Line not covered over by paint splashes.
It has taught me that I can do this sort of thing, but unlike the Olympics I want to leave it to the professionals in the future…I think I will quit while I’m ahead – the pressure will give me (more) grey hairs.
Silver Birch Grey.
Someone else can carry the torch from now on…
Cheers,
Alan
Alan Camrose
