Going It Alone: Seven Days with You Will Now Be Self-Published

It was the right decision. A decision that, in hindsight, should have been made earlier but you live and learn, and I’d like to go on record and thank my publishers for the work they did in the short partnership I had with them. But it soon came down to one thing: The cover. That’s the main reason things haven’t worked out

An agreement couldn’t be reached. Creative differences were apparent from the get-go. The original cover, while nice, wasn’t what I intended it to be, and as a result, I have decided to go solo and commission a new cover which I will reveal to you lovely people next week! I think it looks absolutely fantastic and captures Sean and Sophia’s relationship in a way no other jacket could. It IS Seven Days with You, and I couldn’t be happier with it.

This now means the book will be offline for at least 6 or 7 days. In actuality, it will probably take a little longer as I will need to set up my own self-publishing account, change the cover on Goodreads and hire an editor to give it another proofread to be on the safe side. So until then, you won’t be hearing much from me other than the odd tweet, while my current blog tour with Goddess Fish Promotions has been put back a couple of weeks and will continue in late July. As always, I will post any interviews on my Twitter and Facebook accounts.

Most importantly, I want to end this post by thanking all my readers for spreading the word about Seven Days with You. I noticed I was the #38 most followed British author on Goodreads last week and that meant a lot to me. Yet more is to come, and I can’t wait to reboot Seven Days with You by giving it the cover it deserves.







Tales From My Grandfather

After visiting my grandfather this week in the beautiful surroundings of the Suffolk countryside, part of me saw it as a duty to go. After all, I hadn’t seen him in nine months. So off I went, departing from the hustle and bustle of London Liverpool Street, eventually arriving in the small picturesque market town of Hadleigh.

The moment I opened the door, the joy on his face was priceless. What struck me most was the sheer happiness that not just my grandfather showed, but elderly people in general experience when around young people. It was as if he had turned the clock back 40 years, as he put the pain of his polio to one side and recited his days as an Army General in Kenya as well as his journeys to the remote wilderness of Papua New Guinea. I was hooked and had a childlike excitement I often had when being read to as a child. And the stories only got better as I tried and failed to keep with his two bottles of wine a day drinking habit.

One particular story centred on his days working as a publisher where he was responsible for overseeing the works of great thinkers such as the philosopher Bertrand Rusell as well as describing a telephone call he had with the world famous writer J.R.R. Tolkien. As a journalist, the stories he recited was music to my ears, with one fascinating story after the other rolling off his wise tongue.

Later on that night, with Jazz music playing loudly in the background and on already on my fifth glass of wine, he told me of his encounter with Margaret Thatcher and Sir Dennis at the Ritz. The Ritz is famous for playing live Jazz music in the main tea hall, much to the pleasure of its customers. However, to my grandfather’s annoyance, the music suddenly stopped. “Why was that?” I asked. “The musician told me that Lady Thatcher does not like the sound when she dines here. So after drinking a few glasses, I went over to their table and told Sir Denis that it was rather rude of her to do that. He seemed shocked,” said my granddad, hysterically laughing. Who knew a night in with an 87-year-old could be so entertaining?

Did I mention the stories he told me of being in New York with his good friend, who just happened to be the head of Penguin publishing in their mansion in Greenwich Village? Or the time he attended the funeral of a chief in the remote jungle in New Guinea?

Considering I have been alive for a paltry 25 years, it was incredible to find out about his rich past. It was also a lesson in how we can learn from others. My granddad achieved a lot in his time, and I found out because I eventually took an interest in his life. Every person when they get to a certain age has lived. Everyone has a story. My granddad’s story is a spectacular 89-year journey.

One day I  hope I can eventually tell my grandchildren the stories I heard that one fine evening, knowing that as I gaze towards my departure from life, I can tell myself I lived a life as rich, exciting and fulfilling as he did.