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Ships that don't go anywhere ..............

05/15/2013 14:48:00

On Saturday morning I had a guided tour of a lightship moored in Colchester Quay which is now the home of a group of Sea Cadets.

Did you know that a light ship has no engine, no steering wheel and no rudder? Why not?

It’s a perfectly simple explanation really as to why it isn’t geared up like other sea-going vessels.

In short, once it is in position, it doesn’t move.

Lightships are towed into position by another boat and the only engine on board is there to provide electricity for the hazard light and for all the other uses on board such as heating, cooking and below-deck lighting.

In days gone by lighthouses were built to warn ships of unseen danger, like rocks, or sunken vessels, or shifting sands. The light burning bright at night or in a storm was solely to warn ships to stay well clear or risk disaster.

The seas around our coasts are sometimes so destructive that many lighthouses built of steel and concrete have been completely destroyed by nature’s angry blasts.

Lightships fare better that lighthouses, under raging storms as they can roll with the waves and ride on the top of a storm and suffer no damage.

We have a lovely lady in our church who although wheelchair bound is a shining light to others.

I think of her as a ‘lightship’ staying in one place, unable to be mobile like the rest of us, nevertheless she manages to smile and laugh. She has an inner light that shines.

Jesus said “I am the light of the world. He who follows me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”

Like ships on stormy seas we often are caught up in the tempests and whirlwinds of life’s problems, we lose direction in the darkness, our compass malfunctions, and we become afraid and are lost often without hope.

In times like this look for those saints who are shining lights in the gloom to lead you back to safety, back home on dry land.

Steer a course through the dangers and the hazards and head straight for the eternal Light of the World who alone has the power to save you.

The Great Commission? - Redeeming Mankind through Fiction

05/13/2013 16:29:00

Scientists, engineers and technological inventors and business entrepreneurs say that humanity is on the cusp of a new wave of human creativity like never before.

Instant communications are now possible via the web bringing literally thousands of minds together from all over the planet at one moment in time discarding the limitations of geographical locations. Embryonic concepts and ideas when shared on the global net can result in brave new inventions with mind-blowing rapidity. Human thought can coalesce in a way that mimics the micro-world of biology by using chip technology. These synaptic pulses occurring ever second of the day and night in the global-brain, produces millions of new ideas and fresh concepts that have never before been thought of.

This is truly the age of human wonder and the birthing of completely fresh subjects of thought and intellectual imagination.

Laying the disciplines of science and technology aside the same suppositions can be transferred to literature and writing. The impact of words via the global village has never been more fertile or dynamic in its capability to influence individuals, cultures and nations.

The power of the word is here and now.

When we have a headache it isn’t long before we reach for aspirin. If we are overweight and want to shed pounds or really want to be successful in our chosen field we can reach for a book or a manual that will guide us through 10 easy steps to improve our lives. There is a Dummies book for every situation every condition of life. There is probably a ‘Dummies Guide to Death’

As imagination and creativity crosses boundaries and mixes disciplines, collaborating in previously unknown ways, incredible results occur. Previously thought unsolvable problems are figured out in hours by creative minds working in unison

Human endeavour is forging new boundaries, breaking out of the box of tradition and orthodoxy. We are thinking in ways now, not just laterally, that’s old hat, but thinking in a way that resembles six dimensions. The equivalence of string theory and quantum mechanics is being applied to the arts and humanities, not just to science.

New thinkers are ditching personal labels. I am not just a scientist, not just a physician, not just an explorer of space but much, much more. Exclusive thinking is out and inclusivity is in.

My own fields are blurred sufficiently enough to give me a big start in this arena. As an engineer with an academic university degree I thought differently to all my colleagues. I was a renaissance man. I brought my philosophic and artistic mind to solve engineering problems and conversely I used my engineer’s mind to help with the practical aspects of my own chosen art; writing.

My background was unimpressive to start with. Leaving school at barely fifteen from a poor neighbourhood school in London’s East End I was not equipped for anything but breathing. That is until I walked into a library in East Ham to get out of the rain one Saturday afternoon.

I was thunderstruck. I had never ever seen so many books, shelves and shelves of books, rows upon rows and books of every size, colour and type, literally thousands of them. I stood dumbfounded by this awesome sight. A kind librarian told me that I could take these books away, for weeks at a time, and all for free. Since that day I have never stopped reading books.

That was a long time ago. Times change, I now read electronic books on my Kindle. Change or die. But the books and stories I read daily in paperbacks, in hardbacks and now on Kindle are still the same sort of stories and novels that I read over fifty years ago. Systems change but we still stay the same.

Maybe the time is ripe for a change in writing and in reading.

Cross fertilization in biology often brings strange hybrids that are not fit to live but sometimes a miracle happens and a new species is born that adds value to human kind.

How about this idea, what if we take the whole driving force behind DIY books, get-fit, lose weight, become a better person, and take the form that is so familiar sitting on the non-fiction shelf and create a ‘fiction’ corollary that produces better, more effective results than the one-dimensional ‘Help-Yourself in 10 Easy Steps’ books.

We reach for the aspirin because we are too impatient to take the natural cure. We know that the answer to getting rid of a headache is to sit quietly, rest and patiently let the body heal itself. Physicians know that the human body is a fantastic healer when allowed to do its work unaided. The placebo is simply a means of proving this fact.

The trouble with ‘Help-Yourself’ manuals is that our approach to these books is fundamentally wrong. We actually believe the advertising hype that made us buy the book. Yet our expectations are totally unrealistic. We get halfway into the book, knowing deep down it’s never going to work for us. We quit, reinforcing the enshrined idea that once again we have failed.

If we had stopped beforehand and thought about the book before we handed over the money we would have realized that no one person could write a book that would be able to universally help millions of uniquely different people.

Works of fiction are importantly and essentially different to non-fiction in a very special way.

This is my main point.

When you read good fiction there is a vital empathy between writer and reader. The reason it works for only one writer and millions of readers, is that the empathy is uniquely strong. It’s like a romance. Hands touch, eyes meet and hearts converge as one beating heart.

The reader’s intimacy with the tale, with the characters, with the drama, is both private and public. The reader becomes part of the plot. His or her mind is inextricably linked at a very deep level of consciousness. Whether the action is serious or comical, solemn or trivial, life or death, in all conditions, it is the precious human interaction occurring at the core of the exchange process of reading and being read.

The ideas expressed in the book, the emotions felt by the characters and the reader, the human landscapes travelled through are powerful persuaders, albeit subliminal or obvious.

My brand phrase is ‘Redeeming mankind through fiction’ now makes important sense.

My faith mission as a Christian writer is carry out the great commission that Jesus gave his disciples to take His message, the Gospel to every corners of the world.

I was recently given a ‘word’ from the Lord. It was simple yet profound.

“As the Holy Spirit is intimately involved in the writing of your books so the Holy Spirit will be profoundly involved when someone reads your book. The Holy Spirit will speak to the reader’s heart and truth will be imparted.”

I have already received testimonies from people who have read ‘Light of the Wicked’ who have been deeply affected by the story and have gone on, to search for God and salvation. For them it has been more than just entertainment it has been a way of coming to know a God they thought did not exist.

Christian writers have an awesome responsibility not to just create entertaining books but to share the gospel, not by preaching at the reader but by allowing the quality of the story to bring the reader into the presence of the living God. The exchange process is one of respect. God does not ever force himself on anyone. The reader by coming into contact with a story that reflects God’s truth and life is entering into a heart to heart conversation the Lord of Heaven.

The Bible is the bestselling book of all time chiefly because it is about people, about God and Christ and shows us the way to eternal life. Let those who read truly understand.

Religious Violence Kills Love

04/27/2013 11:29:00

News reports show in graphic details Buddhist monks attacking Muslims in Burma. Christians fighting and killing Muslims in Syria indiscriminately. Islamist extremists blowing-up Catholics in Nigeria. Sikh’s and Hindu’s battle each other in India.

Religious violence is a common factor in today’s world.

The face of the twenty first century is deeply scarred by radical religious movements constantly evolving and emerging it would appear from all the world’s cultures. Whether they areChristian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Sikh or Hindu they all share one basic common denominator…MAN!

The key factor in all these outrageous inhuman acts is man fostering and perpetrating violence because of a deeply held belief that their God hates the other people’s belief and will go to extraordinary lengths to crush and destroy the opposition.

This has little or nothing to do with religion. It has all to do with man’s prejudices and self-interest. I am not an expert on all religions, but I am sure that most faiths, and certainly the Christian faith preach tolerance, peace, love and charity to fellow human beings. It seems that in the very DNA of man is the proclivity to act violently towards each other, especially when our beliefs are trammeled upon and offended. What is this to do with God?

I know from my own understanding of Christianity that it has nothing to do with God. My personal knowledge of God is that he is an inclusive God reaching out to all faiths and all peoples, rich or poor, black or white, Jew or Gentile.

At times it seems impossible that man, having made contact with a gracious super-powerful creator, can remain silent long enough to hear from God how he wants us to live and not rushing off with sword and gun in hand to construct our own ill-founded versions of religion.

Do Angels really have wings?

04/19/2013 17:25:00

Early Christian Art did not depict angels with wings. Often angels were not shown in human form at all but instead were illustrated as doves or even as the hand of God.

It would seem that the whole idea of showing angels with wings is simply a device in Art, especially in painting, so that the observer could distinguish between the earthly and celestial figures depicted.

It was after the Roman Emperor Constantine and the Council of Nicaea in 325 AD that angels were commonly shown as having wings in all forms of Art. This is not surprising for most observers of early art were illiterate so the symbolic use of wings and other images to denote spiritual or godly persons was a key element in reading the story in the painting. Haloes were used to depict holy people.

If you think about it, why would angels, who are spirit beings and therefore not subject to the elements of the universe, and in particular gravity, need wings to enable them to move. Angels after all are spirit beings and are not subject to ordinary matter as we mortals are.

When angels appear in scripture they are generally described as men, as in the passage in Genesis 18 where Abraham welcomes three angelic travelers. Later we read of two angels visiting Sodom and the people there assume them to be human.

Ancient gods of Babylonia and Egypt and other pagan deities often were shown in sculptured images or stele as having human form with wings or part human with a bird head and even as horses with wings; the familiar Pegasus of mythic tales. Other god like creatures such as Cupid, Hermes and Perseus all appear with wings.

In my books, following biblical truth, none of my characters who are angels or demons are ever described as having wings. It would be wrong I believe in Christian writing to continue the trend and artistic portrayal of angels having wings to propel themselves through space and time. To do so would be to sentimentalise the true nature of these celestial beings which would after all detract from the truth.

Fred's presentation to foreign rights buyers at London Book Fair 2013

04/16/2013 18:30:00

LONDON BOOK FAIR – TALK - APRIL 2013

Frederick Hurr – Christian Writer:

“Redeeming and transforming people’s lives through fiction”.

I was an arrogant and vociferous atheist for half of my adult life.

I thought Christians were deluded and foolish for believing in God.

Like Saint Paul I targeted believers, tore up Bibles, and persecuted Christians.

Though I did not know it, I was unwittingly attacking Jesus the Son of God.

Then one winter’s night, at 2AM, the Holy Spirit woke me and asked in a clear voice.

“Are you prepared to give up and give in fighting me?’

I knew unmistakably, in the very heart of my soul, that it was God.

I dropped to my knees and simply said ‘YES!’

That was 35 years ago.

Since then the Lord has done extraordinary things in the life of this ordinary man.

I grew up in London in the poorest part of the City.

My father was a dock worker and my mother was a shop assistant.

I left school at barely fifteen years of age with no qualifications and no prospects

As a young teenager, on one rainy day in London, I wandered into a library and had an epiphany!

I had never seen so many books before.

Shelves upon shelves, row upon row, of books, of every size and colour and type.

I was astonished - I stood transfixed, my mouth and eyes wide open in wonder.

What a revelation for an almost illiterate kid …then to my surprise I was told I could actually take them out and read them for free!

From that day on I have never stopped reading books.

It wasn’t long before I started writing as well.

Poetry, stories, plays…I wanted to express my young life in words – my first play was called ‘The Judas Joy’ a philosophical expose of the Jesus resurrection myth.

Then came maturity, self-importance, indulgence, the ego… and atheism… which I thought would answer all my questions

How wrong I was!

Later at university I studied History and Philosophy but after three years of intense study I graduated no wiser than when I had started.

A year later God sought me out and the truth, truly set me free, it was my own Damascus Road experience.

I saw everything so clearly now

I took all my writing, much of it profane, and built a bonfire in my back garden and burnt the lot.

I was sure that God was going to make me into a great writer, straight away!

That’s what I thought …but He had other plans for me…including rubbing off a few sharp, arrogant edges.

It was going to be 30 years before God gave me the grace to seriously write.

It has been a long road but He has done a good job in preparing me to be writer for his kingdom.

I always pray before I write…I invite the Holy Spirit to guide me, inspire me, so that the words and the story conform to His will.

I believe being a Christian writer is allowing the word of God to craft me …not me crafting the word.

In this our twenty first century, this brash new world, where the collective human mind has done extraordinary things, achieved spectacular heights in science and medicine and discovered the very workings of the universe, whilst humanist propagandists would have us believe that all this activity is great progress and that we are becoming ourselves as gods…but instead of becoming supermen we are, in a very real way, becoming enfeebled by our pursuits.

Able scientists have now discovered the Higgs Boson.

Aeronautical Engineers can send a rocket ship far out into space with pin-point accuracy and send images back to earth from millions of miles away.

Yet people still starve and die every day.

Yet people, scientists and engineers and governments, exhaust the earth’s fragile resources and literally burn our childrens’ future.

So much so-called success is founded on so much sorrow.

Barack O’Bama said ‘Evil exists in the world!”

The true answers to life are not to be found in deep space or under the earth in gold and silver mines… riches can’t buy eternal life!

The root of all the world’s problems is to be found in the hearts of every man, woman and child.

The Truth walks with us, but the world still refuses to see it.

My faith mission as a writer is to bring the truth to readers of all shapes and sizes of all nations, not by preaching to them, but by telling stories about real people whose lives are impacted by evil and sorrow.

I take my readers on a journey and reveal to them, by the grace of God, how they too can find the truth, can know about evil, that life is hard and desperate at times, but that in the midst of such calamity …God turns the curse into a blessing.

Here’s what Bill Myers, bestselling author of Eli, said of Light of the Wicked

“An imaginative story of suspense and intrigue set in the land of the Red Dragon. Frederick Hurr brings characters to life so convincingly that we should all give serious thought to the existence of an unseen spiritual realm.”

Here are some reviews that readers posted on amazon when the first self-published version came out in 2010 selling over 1000 copies in 6 months.

No.1

“I really enjoyed reading this book in record time because I couldn’t put it down! A book which is as good as, if not better than, Frank Peretti’s ‘This Present Darkness’ has been a long time coming, and from a new British Author! I loved the descriptions of the Welsh town and the very ‘British’ detective. I loved the mix of supernatural which was superbly depicted against the very ordinary lives of the human characters. I was thrilled to see that this is a Trilogy and await with great excitement the arrival of the second book.”

No.2

“This was a good, fun read. A classic tale of good versus evil on a grand scale is beautifully told through the story of a small Welsh town. Hurr's unique storytelling style thrives in his descriptions of the town and its inhabitants. His characters are believable and instantly familiar. There are two parallel stories running through the book. While devout angels struggle to protect the townsfolk from their demonic fallen brothers without interfering in human affairs, a few discerning locals fight to make sense of the strange happenings taking place in their quiet seaside home and to defend themselves from forces they cannot see. The main protagonist, a world-weary Detective who craves the truth, is taken on a journey of discovery, which forces him to face the question - is there more to life than meets the eye?”　　

No.3

I am a voracious reader of multiple genres from biographies to hard science to fiction and fantasy. All I require is a book that can grab my attention in its opening pages and sustain it with good writing. "Light of the Wicked" proved to be a very satisfying read.
Set in a small seaside town in Wales, the story explores the classic battle between good and evil. It presumes that demons are very active in the world of human affairs, determined to exploit the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of people. There is, of course, a counterbalance. Angels, too, monitor earthly matters but are perhaps less inclined to interfere unless invited through prayer or directed by divine intervention.
Frederick Hurr's characters are familiar and believable. His storytelling is fast-paced. The obvious religious themes in the book do not detract from its readability and enjoyment by non-Christians. If anything, the widespread commonality of belief in angels and demons lends credibility to the tale.
"Light of the Wicked" builds to a terrifying and not entirely unexpected conflagration. Yet, it is also clear that this is but one skirmish in an unending struggle for the heart and soul of humanity. Look to the forthcoming books in the trilogy to carry its characters and themes to a new level of intensity.
My advice? Buy the book".

This last review was from a man who told me he was not a Christian!

In 2011 I did numerous book signings at Waterstones’ Book Stores across UK and at every shop we outsold every other author on the day of the signing. This book crosses over the divide between Christian and secular.

Non-Christian readers are deeply interested in the supernatural, in the big questions of life and death and what happens after we die.

Waterstones wanted the book because they knew the tastes of their readers…people want to experience the world of the supernatural, the world of good and evil, the world of the spiritual… albeit vicariously.

In my books they get more than they bargained for…

My books provide the real answers: answers that will change people’s lives for the good, not just of themselves, but for the whole of humanity too.

Please help us sell these books, to a world, hungry for the Truth.

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A Few Christmas Thoughts On Marketing

12/26/2012 21:57:00

Would you trust a Christian?How about a Puritan?A Quaker then?On cold winter mornings before I head out, I love a bowl of hot steaming porridge oats, with a dash of maple syrup.With this in my belly, I am ready for anything the day may throw at me…well, at least until the mid-morning coffee break.

Look at the image of the Quaker man on the box. He’s adorable, trustworthy, decent, a law-abiding citizen. His smile is certainly reassuring. Admiring his rosy cheeks? Well, he could be Santa Claus.His face says it all. Buy my products and you’ll feel as good as I look!

I was in my local supermarket recently, when my keen eye spotted a bargain. I saw an offer on the shelves that was just too good to miss. A double-size box of my favourite porridge oats, with twice the usual contents, for a knock-down, give-away price of 30% below normal cost. My hand flashed out quicker than lightning. The big box was in my cart. The next day, ready for breakfast, I broke into my double-sized box of….what? I was shocked, then embarrassed at being so gullible. I trusted the Quaker man to deliver on his promise. What I got was, yes, a double-sized box, but inside it was 60% air! The actual contents came up to the level (take a look at the first picture) of the top of the wooden post.

As we head towards to the Christmas season when billions of dollars change hands, maybe we should all take a step back and reflect upon the potential of marketing and its ability to persuade us to buy products that patently don’t live up to the advertising.Just for the sheer sake of it, I did a trawl through Bible Gateway to check if the following words and phrases ever appeared in the Bible.Marketing, Selling, Sales Strategy, Search Engine,Keywords, Customer Centric, Optimization.You guessed it. None of them have a place in the Good Book. As writers, of course, we need marketing to get our message out there and reach communities, whether they be local or global. But we need to be discerning and careful to avoid the trap of believing and buying into the same secular trickery that sells anything to everyone. We should not be inveigled by the World, the Flesh and the Devil. Not be seduced to sell our sacred message by secular means.I have often pondered this: What would I say, if God said these words to me?”Fred, your book is great, but it will only sell one copy. The person who reads it will be changed and will become my servant and take the Gospel to millions of people all around the world, and all because he read your book. Alternatively, I can have your book sell millions of copies, you will be rich beyond your dreams, but only a few will be saved. My son, it’s your free choice.”What do we ultimately want from writing books? Fame and fortune? Or to be walking in God’s will?

Of course, the Lord has a strategy to communicate his message to the world. Undeniably, he uses the power of the Word to get the message across to the greatest number in the most effective way. And he uses great orators to reach the lost, but persuasion is not their business. Their business is communicating the truth about the Son. The way God markets his message turns human wisdom and cleverness on its head.When God wanted to free the Israelites from Pharaoh’s tyranny he sent a guilt-ridden, reticent, stuttering, fearful man called Moses to get the job done.When God wanted to proclaim the coming of Jesus Christ he used an eccentric wild man, dressed in animal skins, eating locusts and honey in the desert.

When God wanted to save the world, he sent his all-powerful and eternal Son to be born naked in a stable for animals. As a human child he was vulnerable, weak, dependent and unable to live without his mother and father’s protection and care.When God wanted to reconcile us to him, he allowed his Son be crucified, killed on a cross of wood, dying as a common criminal rejected and alone.I wonder what the top marketing gurus and the best advertising companies would have come up with, if God had asked them to create a package to ‘sell salvation to sinners?’They might have come up with a great sales strategy and a winning message to achieve customer optimization, perhaps throwing in an unforgettable slogan, an amusing jingle too… yet somehow, like the Quaker box of porridge oats I bought, I think it would fallen short, been so much air and less substance. I think their sales plan would have missed the target, somehow betrayed the truth, don’t you?

Eternity

08/13/2012 17:46:00

Allow the tide to flow

Inwards once more

Let the waters slowly rise

Filling the channels

Covering the dry causeway

Finally to obscure the foot prints

Left by solitary souls.

Let the clouds roll across

The clear night sky

Hiding the brilliant stars

Bringing the shadows upon the land

Shuttering the moon's light

Leaving only darkness to

Draw the veil over creation.

And in the morning let

The first snow fall relentless,

Becoming a thickening blanket

Of pure whiteness bringing

A painful, grip of sudden silence

That steals the fire from every

Living thing, plant, beast and man.

Let the mind cease to struggle

Let barren thoughts expand

Let the vacant spaces be filled

With an urgent sense of nothing

And let the deep shadows of the soul

Have freedom to rise, to sweep

Across the intellect and face the eyes.

In the quiet morning of your

Dreams let your spirit ride the waters

As the tide returns to the deep

And like a sleek ship trusting the wind

Be carried away to a new universe

To a certain eternity where no fear is

And love grows like scented blossoms.

Learning to become a writer can be a very rocky road!

07/27/2012 16:29:00

Do we modern civilized westerners really know what it is to travel along a rocky road?I have just finished reading a book called The Friar of Carcassonne. It is a terrible tale of religious persecution and the horrors of the Catholic Church Inquisition in 13 century Languedoc, a region of southern France, and the famed land of the Cathars.One very common feature of medieval life was that if you wanted to get from Rome to Paris or Paris to Carcassonne, your choices of transport were few. Horse and cart, riding a horse or donkey, or going by Shanks’s pony–in other words, foot-slogging weariness for hundreds of miles. And the highways and byways were either hard, rocky, dusty roads in summer or icy, frozen lanes and quagmires in winter.

Both descriptions could be understood to be a rocky road.Can I seriously liken my journey in becoming a writer to a rocky road experience? Honestly, I don’t think I can. Sitting in a comfortable study, shelves full of reference books to consult with and now in these, our marvelous times, having a window onto everything through the screen of my PC. A good wife to provide cups of coffee and hand-made sandwiches at my request, a safe environment outside should I want a breather, and even a tender mattress to lie upon should I get overworked and need a nap.What can I say on this subject?My second thought took me back to a summer morning twenty-five years ago. Slipping out of the English Lakes holiday cottage at five a.m., I was bound for Scafell Pike, England’s highest mountain. I had planned the trip many months before, pored over the ordnance survey maps to find the best way up to the summit while avoiding any obvious hazards and dangers en-route. I had planned it well. Made a list of all the equipment I needed, and not just needed for the climb, but also in case of emergency, accident, or injury. I wrote a route map and planned to give a copy to a responsible person who knew where I was going and what time I was expected to return and who also would know what to do in the unlikely event I didn’t come back at the appointed time.The night before my intrepid adventure, I checked my equipment against the list. I made doubly sure that everything was in good order especially my handy fell walkers compass. Triple checked that I had enough food and drink. Had I packed a whistle to raise the alarm and a camera to record the good bits and a pair of binoculars to see what was up ahead?It was a great day out. All was well. I got to the summit late morning, and there was no one else about. Most importantly, I got back safely and on time, so thankfully the mountain rescue folks weren’t needed.For sake of argument, disregard the comfortable study and the peripheral luxuries that often accompany the writer’s life. Consider the following circumstances in comparison. If a writer starts out his or her journey in a lackadaisical fashion, then only failure can be the result. If I had started out on the climb up Scafell Pike without proper planning or management or the right equipment then perhaps I might not have returned. I might have encountered many pitfalls on the way for which I had made no contingency plans and thus suffered the consequences.

To avoid the rocky road, the apprentice writer must plan ahead carefully.A daily timetable is a very good idea. Work out which part of the day is the most creative and productive for you. Don’t fall for the ‘you must get up at dawn to be a serious writer’ jab. If you are a nocturnal creature, write at night. But remember most bad novels were written just after a good lunch.If you must, put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, so you can concentrate while you are being productive.Make sure your ‘climbing’ materials are all in good working condition and you have all of the necessities.Here’s a last tip. A trio of guys, Dibell, Scott Card, & Turco, wrote a book called How to Write a Million and it has helped me a lot over my years as a writer. Check it out!How have you overcome ‘rocky road’ experiences as a writer? In life?

Against the Clouds

07/09/2012 15:03:00

The mourners gathered in the street and onlookers held curtains back or clicked the plastic blinds to see but not to be seen. Others stood at open doorways watching silently. He must have been a wealthy man. Four black Mercedes, long limousines and a score of undertakers.

The light faded and the sun obscured by grey clouds and the rain, the rain fell hard and swift. The clouds rolled by heading south into the land of the living.

The chief undertaker and elderly man himself, not far from death, black top-hatted in velvet, walked slowly ahead of the shining cavalcade. In his right hand he held the black umbrella aloft and in his left hand he swung a silver topped black Malacca cane. It moved cleverly in the funeral manager’s hand, tapping out a slow rhythm on the wet shining asphalt like a beat on a muffled drum.

A flock of funereal crows circled overhead.

The sleek cars followed the engines whirring silently. The mourners ensconced on leather seats held hands, and slipped comfort words easily off their lips to one another. The children dressed in black rode along squeezed in between the adults feeling small and watching the eyes of living for clues.

The leading hearse halted at the cross road to let the chief get in out of the rain.

The driver commented to his colleague ‘It’s a perfect day for a funeral. I hate sunny days.’

The last car followed. Not a limousine. An old car, not black, belonging to a poor relative, it had a little flag on the bonnet flying precariously against the wind, the magnet just holding fast on the rusting metal.

The limousines sped along the highway gathering speed. The routine of observing death could not wait.

The route took them away from the clouds, to the dark vale of the north. The deceased’s eyes closed, not wishing to see anymore, headed the way of passing, now passed away. The coffin always heading forward, not back, there is no coming back for the dead.

The long line of stately vehicles, the dignified drove on, living souls contemplating the end of things searched for platitudes to share with the Minister or God always seeking absolution or instead hiding behind the eyes of fear.

The cavalcade of black shining cars, the occupants enclosed, trying out just what it feels like to take the final journey, against the passing clouds.

From stone tablet to e-book

06/29/2012 10:55:00

“There’s always room at the top,” said Daniel Webster. But who exactly he was addressing in his famous quote is up for discussion, seeing that he was a thorough-going elitist and excelled at being at the top.

However, it is true that there is always room at the top for those who set their sights on lofty peaks even if they come from lowly beginnings. For example, just look at the history of the Presidents of the USA including the present incumbent in the White House.

And there’s always a demand for talented, gifted writers, with relevant things to say.

These are challenging times for publishers, even perhaps the hardest times ever for traditional publishers. Remarkably it is only one generation ago that books and publishing had not really undergone significant change since the time of Caxton.

We, however, are already living in future-shock!

Nowadays it is fair to ask who or what is a publisher.

In times gone by, the publishing world was dominated by the big boys. The likes of Oxford University Press, Doubleday, Hodder Stoughton, Penguin Books, Faber and Faber, and Thomas Nelson to name but a few.

Now it is more likely to be ‘johndoepublishing.com’.

In the 19th century a whole new era in publishing began. A series of technical developments, in the book trade as in other industries, dramatically raised output and lowered costs. Stereotyping, the iron press, the application of steam power, mechanical typecasting and typesetting, new methods of reproducing illustrations—these inventions, developed through the century and often resisted by the printer, amounted to a revolution in book production.

Today a brave new world technological revolution has transformed the industry. We are on the verge of such dramatic and irreversible change that could effectively mean the demise of the printed, hold-in-your-hand, paper book.

Ray Bradbury’s book, Fahrenheit 451, depicted a society where books were systematically burned. In our society we simply don’t need them (printed books that is) anymore. We may see the end of the printed book in our own lifetime. Like Winston Smith in George Orwell’s 1984 we may need to search furtively in the backstreets and alleys of proletariat towns to find copies of old decaying books.

Publishing is about to take a leap into the future. The word out on the streets is change or die. Those who are always looking into the past are often blind to the present.

We can now read books on our laptops, iPads, and cell phones. It is so convenient. I can sit on train and carry a thousand books on my Kindle and access, read, interrogate, highlight, or listen to any of them within seconds.

Public libraries will one day no longer have books on shelves; instead, there will be terminals where we can ‘plug’ in and download any and every book ever written into our own personal private mini-chip. No matter what your point of view is, such a prospect is mind-blowingly amazing.

But where does all that leave publishing?

We have gone from the stone tablet to wax impressions, from papyrus to parchment, from paper to the e-book. It is difficult to predict the future of the printed book, but publishing and publishers will remain. They will, I am sure, change to meet the demands and the fashions of the times we live in. The ability to adapt is, after all, the difference between commercial success and bankruptcy.

To end my blog here’s an excerpt from Wikipedia:

“Although electronic books, or e-books, had limited success in the early years, and readers were resistant at the outset, the demand for books in this format has grown dramatically, primarily because of the popularity of e-reader devices and as the number of available titles in this format has increased. Another important factor in the increasing popularity of the e-reader is its continuous diversification. Many e-readers now support basic operating systems, which facilitate email and other simple functions. The i-pad is the most obvious example of this trend, but even mobile phones can host e-reading software now.”

I love the touch, the smell, the sound of turning a page in the candlelight when I am reading a real book in bed, but the future is at hand.

In the not too distant future, our children’s children may well ask, “Grandma what was a book?”

But writers will always be needed…

Won’t they?

And of course there will always be room at the e-Top.

What is your view of the changing publishing industry?