Guest Post:- Fearne Hill
I started writing romance a couple of years ago and was lucky enough to have my manuscript picked up by NineStar Press. I’m a hospital doctor by day, so with no background in publishing/marketing/developing the creative side of my brain, it has been quite a learning curve.
- Professional editors are the difference between hanging patterned wallpaper yourself and paying a decorator do it. Priceless, in other words.
- There aren’t enough synonyms in the English language for smile, laugh, see, walk or feel. Nor is there a suitable expression bridging the emotional gap between ‘fucking’ and ‘making love’. All suggestions gratefully received.
- Googling 1980’s national soccer teams is a great way to find names for characters. You’re welcome.
- Lorenzo Dimple. A rather wonderful name I came across recently (not a Columbian centre forward from 1982, although he could be). That foxy bugger is so going to get his own story one day.
- My fave author, Alexis Hall, recently said that every book is like writing a tricky second album. As in everything, he’s so right.
- I now struggle to read any novels in a non-critical fashion, despite being a duff critic. And the writing part of my brain no longer has the bandwidth to read ‘serious’ fiction anymore, nor watch much drama on the telly. Which frees up a lot of time for writing or thinking about writing. Win-win.
- A famous golfer, Gary Player, once said that ‘the harder I practice, the luckier I get’. Same is true for writing. I cringe horribly when I read my earlier self-pub stuff. I still cringe at everything I write now, but a little bit less.
- Sex is good, but have you ever had a random person, from a country you can’t place on a map, download your novel and give you a great review? Sort of makes it all worthwhile.
- My university educated friends feel that the romance genre is beneath them. I don’t sweat it – it’s their loss. We all need uplifting HEA’s to stay sane in this crazy world.
- It’s easier to write about what you know. Which is why I have three books coming out later this year based around a genderqueer, nightdress-wearing, 21st century earl called Lucien who owns a vast country estate, a mansion in Mayfair, and drinks his own body weight in Campari.