To all you Kindlers, I need a favour

I’ve spent a few days with Jutoh, compiling The Gamblers into a Kindle ready document. I’d do more but I’ve been feeling ill over the last few days so haven’t added any more new chapters today. Anyway, I digress…

Here’s where you lovely folks come in. If you click the link below you have access to the first 42 chapters of The Gamblers. However, can you message me (via Twitter, if you’re on it) or write a comment on this post and let me know if the damn thing works on your Kindle or not.

Some of the finer formatting details I haven’t dealt with yet, but I will in due course. I just need to know that it doesn’t look like a big pile of electronic crap when you look at it.

https://www.yousendit.com/download/ T2pFek9nMm1vQnRFQlE9PQ

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The Latest Novel

My new novel, We Won’t Leave This World Alive, is now 21,000 words in and although I’m working without my usual plot structure, which helped me keep the various strands of The Gamblers in my head, it is all coming together really nicely.

It does help that the novel gestated in my head for a long time before I started writing it properly, so I know where the story needs to go. The plot is set solely in the north-east of England and the main characters, despite being criminals, are a more sympathetic pair than the assorted low-lives that populated The Gamblers.

This novel is also my first foray into first person narration and it is also my first attempt at a murder-mystery, although it’s several shades darker than the Raymond Chandler and Ross MacDonald novels that I read in my formative years. I’m not sure why my muse takes me to such dark places, but I sure as hell know I’m not going to fight it. Crime fiction certainly can be played out in a rarefied atmosphere of gentility (as it often was during the early days of British crime fiction), but that’s not something I could ever write. My stuff takes place amongst drug dealers and thieves and loansharks and other people who might be able to climb above the bottom rung of the ladder if only they weren’t so bloody slippery.

Thus far it’s nowhere near as violent as The Gamblers but I have a feeling that there’s a lot trouble awaiting the novel’s heroes, The Stanton brothers, somewhere around the corner.

The Perils of PCs

My Dad gave me an old laptop of his for Christmas because my old, trusty Mac Powerbook is now as slow as a pensioner wading through treacle. I have since been using it for writing and internet browsing.

The problem is that the perennial PC issue of viruses are always there, lurking in the background – even with anti-virus software. Yesterday, instead of writing, I spent a couple of hours trying to get the Antivirus. NET malware off my PC. I needed my Mac, Google, and a lot of patience to get the bloody thing off my machine. I then spent another hour or so, turning off my Avast anti-virus software (as it was next to useless in protecting my machine from this malware) and installing Microsoft Security Essentials, which seems like it is somewhat more effective.

By the time I finished the writing mood had passed and I just lounged around doing nothing!

From now on, I think I’ll stick with my Mac for writing and use the PC for browsing only. Having already lost 6,000 words, due to my own negligence, I’ve got no desire to lose my entire novel due to some bloody virus making it impossible to access my machine.