Thursday, 29 August 2013
On Angel Mountain back in stock
I have just had the delivery on the new printing of "On Angel Mountain." This is my 7th printing, and I'm not sure how many other printings there were for the Corgi edition. No matter -- total sales are now over 30,000.......
For the first time I have used a digital printing process -- from Cambrian Printers in Aberystwyth. I'm very impressed with the quality.
Sorry if anybody has been trying to get a copy without success. I have topped up most of the Pembs outlets -- just a few still to go. You can always order online as well:
http://www.angel-mountain.info/
Thursday, 22 August 2013
The New Novel
Many of my readers have been asking about the progress of my new novel, which they have heard rumours about from various quarters........ Well, the first thing to do is to make the point that the new story has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with Mistress Martha. I have been feeling like a change of genre for some time, and with 8 novels about my feisty heroine done and dusted, I thought there was more than a little danger of getting stuck in a rut, living too comfortably in the comfort zone, and assorted other cliches. So I thought that something more challenging might be a good idea. Something aimed more specifically at a male readership (although there are many happy male readers of the Angel Mountain books, the fact of the matter is that most of my readers have been women, since women do seem to be more interested in historical fiction with a strong female lead character. Strange, that....)
Anyway, for the last year or so I have been mulling over the basic storyline for a new novel set in Greenland, based very loosely indeed on my experiences as joint leader of the Oxford University East Greenland Expedition 1962. (Yes, it was a VERY long time ago........) But it was during the Cold War, and gradually a "Cold War Chiller Thriller" has taken shape.
The central part of the East Greenland coast, the most spectacular fjord coastline on earth.
During the summer break in Sweden -- in June and July -- I worked out quite a detailed synopsis, and I started on the first draft of the novel at the beginning of August. Now it's done. Three weeks of fairly intensive work, culminating in a mad session last Tuesday during which I banged out the last 4 chapters and 16,000 words. I thought afterwards, having worked so fast, that maybe it was all rubbish, but Inger has assured me that it was not, and that she really quite enjoyed the last part of the novel even though she is a woman. So far so good........ now I need at least six male readers to have a critical go at the text, and to be honest with me! After that, I have to decide what to do with the manuscript -- agent, publisher, Ebook, self-publication? Decisions, decisions......
I have made two rather nice location maps, so that people can follow the story more effectively. Here they are (click to enlarge):
I am of course sworn to secrecy as to the contents of the story, but here is a draft cover blurb, just to give a feeling for it:
This is a fast-moving thriller in the tradition of Alistair MacLean, Clive Cussler and Hammond Innes, set in a magnificent yet deadly polar environment. It is also an inspiring story of comradeship and survival against overwhelming odds.
At the height of the Cold War in 1962, ten young men arrive in the Arctic wilderness of East Greenland, on an expedition from Oxford University. The party is led by Ed Lawson and Stephen Hanna, both just 22 years old. They expect to enjoy the adventure of a lifetime, and to undertake scientific work in the most spectacular fjord landscape on earth. But as soon as they arrive, things start to go wrong, and following a series of close encounters with death they realize that their misfortunes are not occurring purely by chance. The explorers are too inquisitive and too intelligent for their own good, and after some weeks in the field they realize that they know too much, and that they are being hunted down by an invisible and implacable enemy. Prematurely their research plans have to be abandoned, and their adventure turns into a fight for survival. As the death toll mounts, the people of a small Inuit settlement are also caught up in a conflict which they want nothing to do with. At last the explorers get angry, and although they have no weapons and no means of transport, they are fit and they know how to survive in the Arctic. Their only option is to go onto the offensive, in the full knowledge that they will probably not come out of the conflict alive.
So there we are then. For developments over the coming months, watch this space........
The other thing I have done, to enhance the reading pleasure of those who might be interested in a story of this type, set in the real world, is to put together a rather splendid collection of images from the key locations -- Kjove Land, Syd Kap, Bear Islands. Schuchert Dal, Stauning Alps, Nordvest Fjord, Jameson Land etc. The pictures can be seen here:
Just one other thing. Because of possible sensitivity, I have changed three key place nemes in the manuscript. So Mesters Vig has become Blyhavn, Scoresbysund (the settlement) has become Sandvig, and Malmbjerg (Erzberg) has become Himmelbjerg. Is that all clear? Good.
Wednesday, 21 August 2013
Delivery tomorrow...
In case anybody has been wondering, the seventh printing of "On Angel Mountain" should be with me from the printers tomorrow -- been getting quite a few requests for it, but sadly I have been totally cleaned out of stock at the Greencroft Books warehouse (ie our attic....)
So hang in there -- I'll try to get stocks out on Friday.
In the meantime, here are a couple of recent pics to remind us that Angel Mountain is as beautiful as ever -- typical autumn colours, and I don't think I've ever seen the heather looking better!
Saturday, 3 August 2013
Reprint time again.....
Reprint time again -- this time for "On Angel Mountain." Having done the sums, I reckon that this title has now sold 30,000 copies in all editions, excluding Kindle downloads and audiobook sales. I suddenly realized that I was out of stock, and having reclaimed some stock from the Welsh Books Council warehouse in Aberystwyth, I have now sold out of that as well. So the old favourite keeps on selling. This will be the 7th printing.......
This is my first venture into short-run digital printing, and I'm using Cambrian Printers in Aberystwyth, who did an excellent job for me with "Ghostly Tales from Pembrokeshire." Conventional offset printing is not really worthwhile unless you want 1,000 or 2,000 copies at least -- and in these straightend times, who can afford to hold stock at very high levels? So with the short-run digital process I can go for smaller quantities of a few hundred, and still have a reasonable mark-up on copies sold to the trade. Naturally enough, I do not want to increase the cover price.
Interesting experiment. Watch this space.
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Martha's Bluebell Wood
We have been here for 37 years now, and until a few weeks ago I thought I had got to know the area pretty well. But then I discovered a new footpath, just a few hundred metres from the house. It's an established public path, shown on the 1:25,000 map -- but because the upper part of it is boggy and overgrown, and was blocked by a very large fallen tree near Gelli-deg, I had not penetrated very far along it. But now the National Park rangers have cleared the obstruction -- and the path is opened up for all to enjoy. It runs from near Yet-y-Rhos and then follows the valley side more or less southwards for about a kilometre, emerging out onto the Gwaun Valley road near Blaencwm. It passes through a mixed woodland at first, opening up gradually into a gorgeous woodland of tall beech trees and with (at this time of year) a carpet of bluebells. In places the path is defined by stone banks -- so at one time it may well have been usable by carts and other wheeled vehicles. So it must have been a key part of the local footpath network in the days of Mistress Martha and her family.
I have missed a trick there. It should have featured in at least one of the stories of the saga, given that it is only about a kilometre away from the site of Plas Ingli...........
I have missed a trick there. It should have featured in at least one of the stories of the saga, given that it is only about a kilometre away from the site of Plas Ingli...........
Spring on the mountain
Up on the slopes of the mountain spring has sprung. The cuckoo has been at it for almost a month now; the skylarks and swallows are back in residence; and the bracken is beginning to push up those strange curled stalks......... And that wonderful fresh yellow-green colour is beginning to appear on the bilberry patches on the highest slopes, amongst the rocky outcrops.
I took this photo the other day -- Earth Goddess snoozing quietly on the far horizon.
Monday, 1 April 2013
Strange omen on Carningli
The "effusion" of ice (the milk of the Earth Mother?) near the summit of Carningli at the end of March 2013. The adjacent crag is the tip of the "breast" on the female profile of the mountain when seen from a distance.
Now here's a very funny thing for you....... when I was climbing up the mountain the other day, in very cold bright weather, my eye was attracted by a shining white patch high up, close to the summit. When I got there, it turned out to be an effusion from the highest spring on the mountain, frozen solid. And where was it located?
Well, you know that the mountain has the profile of or silhouette of a woman lying on her back? To the left the head, then the breast, and then the rib cage, and finally the raised knees to the right. Some people think that this profile caused the mountain to be revered in pre-Christian times as the Earth Mother or Earth Goddess. And where, I hear you ask, was this unique effusion of shining whiteness located? Well, very close to the tip of the breast. How weird is that?
It is after all April 1st, so one can be more than a little eccentric just now....... but if Carningli was indeed revered as a sacred mountain, associated with some female deity, the "female profile" of the mountain summit might have had something to do with it. But how much more impressive might it have been for the primitive mind if, every now and then (during a continuous spell of very cold weather without snow), a white liquid was seen coming from the breast high up on the mountain summit. The milk of human kindness? The original sustenance for human life? A sign from the gods? Well, why not?
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