neither a novel nor a short story, Phillip Rowlings is back in this first of three novellas…

Hello, dear readers, it’s that time of year, the one you’ve been eagerly awaiting (cough): the next chapter in the Phillip Rowlings saga – where would each year be without it! And although “chapter” wouldn’t be appropriate in its literal sense, the book will be shorter than its prequels;

namely, The All-clear: an anti-romance novella…

As stated in previous posts, the novella will be the first in a series of three, is available now on pre-order, and will be available to download on 17th September – why so late? It’s my daughter’s birthday, I did the same last year; I’m a bit of a romantic like that.

Without further ado, then, look below. And thanks for being here.

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The All-clear – an anti-romance novella… (book 3 of The Rowlings Years, novella 1)

‘I may have come full circle. And in order to continue, on my route… I need out…’

Out of what? You may ask.

Well, it wasn’t too many months ago Phillip Rowlings was living in France, in Nancy – was indeed a Nancy Boy, for one year only – by the end of which he obtained une carte blanche, or a permanent gig: the chance to tour the country on a professional footing, forming part of an acting troupe. For theatre has become his one true raison d’être; and not since the days of Northern Soul has he been imbued with such a passion. Deems he, at least…

Save he, Phillip, the actor, didn’t take it, the permanent gig, given the many holes to be refilled back in England. Responsibilities, most people call them; like, i.e., looking out for his son, whom, as it so transpires, Phillip’s unable to visit until the ex-wife sees fit; or, say, the rekindling of a love-affair with his psychiatrist, who’d been waiting patiently at home; and let’s not forget that returning to England entails completing his undergraduate studies, they being the very basis of his year in Nancy in the first place.

The list, in effect, is somewhat longer. Though Phillip may soon beg to differ. That is, once having been given The All-clear…

 1996.

If theatre, if music, if learning to grasp the very essence of life, is your thing, then this is your kind of book. For Phillip Rowlings is back once again, with all the trimmings, if in shorter form this time around; as part of the series The Rowlings Years, yes, but in the first of three novellas…

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author gets another all-clear – and this time it’s even clearer!

I had an epiphany last week, whereby the next addition to my literary series The Rowlings Years materialised before my eyes seemingly out of nowhere. Not in some finished, concrete form, of course, but in its outer structure; rather like that of a building; a house, me, as author, its designer – said project, by the way, if you’ve since forgotten, being that of three consecutive sequels in novella form; a mini trilogy within the trilogy, you might say.

Well, my journey from last week to this has been equally fascinating – as someone who recently replied to my last post states: “Inspiration comes when and where it wants!” Fascinating this time around in that not only have I already created the book covers for all three books – which you’re not going to see just yet – but, in creating them, they, in turn, have inspired me further; the result so being that I now feel all three books will act as the perfect stepping stones for subsequent books, further down the line.

Phillip Rowlings has a long way to go yet.

I’ve wanted to keep you updated as I feel you’ve been with me from the project’s inception – or in other words, because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut for a mere week, whereby this blog post, or indeed last week’s, would have been unnecessary, but then where would be the fun be in that?

“Inspiration comes when and where it wants!”

Indeed it does.

And you have to admit that my having invited you in at the outset entails you coming along with me, upon this author’s journey, from start to finish – how great is that!

As for concrete details, regarding this week and last, this is how matters now find themselves:

Firstly, creating the book covers inspired changes in the titles, or minor tweaks. And they are as follows:

The All-clear; an anti-romance novella

The Battleaxe of Hastings; an anti-hist fic novella

Broken Strings; an anti-chick lit novella (some of you may even be relieved to see this one; and that last week’s title has since taken a nosedive off Hastings Pier).

Each title is a play on words in some form or other, if never for the sake of it and is very relevant as always.

As with the previous books in the series also, music acts as some form of catalyst, with regard to plot. And as tempted as I am to name each piece of music to do ‘its thing’ in its respective novella, well, I’ll resist for the time being. But yes, again, you can expect music.

I’m not about to say much else, for the while, save that my aforementioned fascination, with regard to the creative process thus far, derives, as mentioned above, from what inspires me. Or rather how one aspect of creativity may help to create another. I can honestly state that in this last week, book covers have inspired changes and tweaks in book titles, and vice versa; songs have been introduced, and others axed, based on said titles and so on… and so it goes.

What inspires a book?

For me? Anything and everything.

See you again very soon.

Chris,

You literary, theatrical, friend

author gets the all-clear! pity he can’t say the same for Phillip Rowlings…

For any fans of my literary invention, The Rowlings Years I know you’re out there; you may not be great in number, but then nor should you be. Blessèd be the few, and all that!

Anyhow, the good news is that I, your author, have had an epiphany, concerning said series, which happened right here, where I’m sitting, just this morning – and it didn’t hurt a bit. Of course, I can’t speak for Phillip Rowlings. In fact, I do think it’s about time I put him back through his paces, in the old interview room – it must be three years since I last did so, around the time of his first outing in Wood, Talc and Mr. J: We never had it so good… And as you should know, things have moved on quite a bit since then; indeed, a whole decade and a half, with Phillip maybe non-the-wiser – re-the meaning of life and such, that is, which does tend to bog him down at times…

Hey, and here’s another idea: why don’t I get you, dear reader(s), to put him through his paces? I’m sure you’d come up with far more pertinent questions that I could at present.

Do take time to think about it.

And so to the epiphany, whether good news or bad.

Around the time of writing my debut novel, and falling head over heels for a large portion of its characters – not forgetting how it conjured up memories of my own from those heady days – I would often contemplate a prequel; that’s to say, a book in which we might meet all those characters once more, in a younger form. A prepubescent Phillip and Jed, can you imagine? Fumbling their way along amid whirlpools of filched cigarettes and Tamla Motown…

Well, this idea comprises at least part of this morning’s epiphany, in that I’m most definitely going along with the project. I’m far from sure about the details, like narrative voice and co – though I have given thought to Jed being narrator – but I can promise it will be very different from Wood, Talc and Mr. J: We never had it so good… I love a challenge and will never write the same book twice…

As for the other part, the part to complete the epiphany, I’d just like to inform you that my offerings with regard to sequels, sequels to Nancy Boy; for one year only, book 2 in the series, they’ll arrive via the form of three novellas:

Book 3 will be called The All-clearalong with some half-witty tag or other, no doubt; I’m never one for making things easy on myself. Ironic, going by that title, don’t you think?

Book 4: The Battle of Hastingsthis story, according to Phillip, being the more important version.

And book 5: The Advent of Slags on Fire – a title for which I genuinely and humbly apologise. And will endeavour to make up for it via the content.

Regarding times of publication, book 3 shouldn’t be long now… 

So, there you have it. And I do hope, for you happy – discerning – few, that this is good news. For I once again look forward to, and relish in, being you literary servant. Therefore, look out for future posts in which I’ll both go into more detail and keep you updated regarding progress made.

Thanks for reading.

Chris,

 

Your literary, theatrical friend

do flies fly, do ducks duck – do muses muse? an authorial guide to an authorial myth…

Hello again, and welcome (back).

I was going to write a piece about smoking for this post, given that cigarettes play something of a prominent role both in my debut novel, Wood, Talc and Mr. J: We never had it so good, and its sequel, Nancy Boy: for one year only…

… but then I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say about them, about cigarettes, at least this time around, other than the fact they’re bad for you, and you possibly know that already…

And so, this time around, I’d simply like to offer my opinion on that old authors’ bugaboo: ‘writers’ block’ – I can already hear you: ‘’Been done! Boring. The irony: Chris is writing about writers’ block because he’s totally uninspired – Tell us something about cigarettes!’

And you may well be right. For, at the end of the day, all I would like to say about it – well, there’s a clue in the above paragraph, where you’ll notice I placed my first mention of the ‘ailment’ in inverted commas, as I’ve just done again, there, with ‘ailment’. Why? Because there’s no such thing as ‘writers’ block’, but a mere whim amongst authors, an attention seeker – How I suffer for my art! I was a genius, and now I’m a fraud!

Thank God, then, for writers’ block! The ignorant masses – you know, the non-authors out there – those doing real work, they buy it, ’works like a charm.

And so it goes, as somebody once said.

‘What, then, Chris, might we attribute to the state of being uninspired?’

In a word: fatigue. In another: tiredness. In another – okay, I’ll make it two: mental exhaustion.

Prescription: go and do something else – a change is as good as a rest!

‘And for how long?’

As long as required – how long is a piece of string?

Writing is a consequence  the byproduct, you might say – of a head-full of knowledge, which is subconsciously working away, formulating your art, whilst ever you, the author, are engaged in other activities, like taking your kids to school, playing badminton on Thursday, and on, each activity fuelling the mind with creativity… save that, on some days, attempting to force it out , the creative process, before it’s ripe, can have the adverse effect…

No, I won’t go on, but to say that this has been my experience since I’ve been ‘putting pen to paper’, particularly with the above novels.

The sequel to the sequel, incidentally, is making progress: The All-clear – the third in the Rowlings Years series. And my policy of taking a break when it isn’t there is working a treat.

But here’s what inspired this post, thus confirming my philosophy, you may want to call it: earlier today, again basking in a week away from the ‘pen’, I was lying in the bath whilst my beautiful other half sat on the side of it. We were chatting, about how we arrived where we are today, and via many an adventure, I’m very happy to say – I wouldn’t have had it any other way; did you know that swords actually evolve into pens if you survive? Anyhow, what evolved from this conversation was my mental formulation of the fourth book in the Rowlings Years series: Two Big Bags and a Guitar…

How about that!

It’s just a case of getting it down, that’s all. Which will happen when it so wishes I do so.

In the meantime, if you are an author, I hope this post has given you a better sense of perspective – or you’ll at least give it a thought when it just isn’t happening for you.

Thanks for reading.

Chris,

Your literary, theatrical friend