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The Magical Tree

Finally, after many months of juggling work, writing and life in general, The Magical Tree is available. You can find it on both amazon.com and SmashWords:

The Magical Tree – Kindle Edition

The Magical Tree – SmashWords Edition

The cover was done by my cousin (a few times removed, I’m still not sure how all that works) Jackie Reid, she’s a freelance designer (mostly web stuff) and you can catch her here to see her portfolio.

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Into the Rift in Print!

The print version of Into the Rift can be found on Createspace and on Amazon for only $6.99!

Since my first collection of short stories is, well, short, I never had the intention of getting a POD (Print On Demand) version sorted. However, when I mentioned to friends and family that I’d self-published a book, naturally they started asking where they could get their copy. Followed closely by where they could get the print version, since they didn’t want to read it on a computer.

But…but…it’s only 49 pages? It doesn’t make sense to – oh okay, fine. Fine. So, I went through the process, choosing Createspace as my dedicated POD service, and got it done. The proof copy took ages to arrive, being delivered to South Africa, and it took even more time to have it show up in the Amazon store. It’s there now, however, so what are you waiting for? Go grab one!

Update

I thought, since I’ve been absent for a long time, that I’d give everyone an update as to what’s new and forthcoming in that wonderful, all-encompassing term “soon”, in the life of this writer.

A new short story is upcoming, soon, available on amazon and via Smashwords (and thus everywhere else that they push to). It’s called The Magical Tree, and I’ll let you know as soon as it hits.

I have another short story in the works, recently finished, going through the editing process. It’s untitled as yet, but it has zombies in it. The only way I could make it better would be to add bacon. Or put it in a pie. I digress.

The novel, also untitled (officially), is underway. You can check out some horribly first draft type stuff here, on my other blog. Working title is The Christopher Dickens Story. It’s about a third of the way done, and beware: the posts are not all in proper order and are hideously unedited.

I have some ideas banging around for a few other stories, but I’ll stick to editing and getting the previously mentioned 2 out first, and then knuckle down and finish those, solely for your enjoyment.

I also read some cool new books: Hyddenworld, and Wall of Days. I’ve reviewed them on goodreads, so find me, add me, read the reviews, then go out and buy the books and be cool like me. While we’re on the subject of “find me and add me”, I’m also on google+, so go add me to your circle, punk.

Finally, I discovered the wonder of kindlegraph, which you should check out too. I’ll sign it for you, if you want.

And that’s that! Enjoy the weekend folks, and remember that you can still grab Into the Rift for free while the Smashwords sale is on, until Sunday midnight. Link, if you haven’t worked it out yet, is here.

Cheers,
Brett

Sale!

Smashwords are having a Summer/Winter sale (Summer in the Northern Hemisphere, Winter in the Southern Hemisphere). That means you can pick up Into the Rift free! Check it out here. Simply go to the book at the bottom of the page, and on checkout type in the promo code: SSWSF and it’s yours for free. A sample review for Into the Rift (from Amazon.com):

4/5 stars
“I don’t read short story collections that often, but I’m glad I picked this one up. The stories were simple and easy to read. There was a good variety as well. I enjoyed this collection very much, but wished there were a few more stories. It seemed to end too soon.”

So there you have it. Check it out. You know you want to!

Free read Friday!

Free read Friday! That’s right. In the coming weeks, my next short story will be released as a standalone e-book. It’s a story based on the mystical magical tree that lay, powerful and waiting, in my childhood neighbourhood. The story is first person, told by a boy of perhaps 7 or 8. Sound exciting? You bet! For a bit of a teaser, I’ve put a snippet of the first draft below for a free Friday read:

“Where?” Ty begged, breathless.
“I don’t know, can you see a tree?” I searched, my hand in a salute blocking out the sun.
“What does a magical tree look like anyway?” We craned our necks and scanned their yard for what seemed like hours, when eventually a voice got our attention from below. I looked down: Mothuzi was watching us.
“What are you guys looking at?” He asked. He still had some marmite on his face from lunch.
“Have you heard about the magical tree?” I asked. The look on his face made us clamber down to hear his story. Mothuzi always had a story.

“Do you guys know the truth about the tree?” He looked at us with big, important eyes, and we knew he was about to give us a massive piece of gossip that no-one else knew. Mothuzi knew things: he was Thabang’s older brother, and he had been on K-TV and he could do karate and he had a Sega 16 bit, with the Michael Jackson game on it. “Let me tell you about the tree. Come, let’s go to my house.” We followed Mothuzi reverently; everyone knew he was going to be famous one day. He even knew the answers to those questions on “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego”.

He led us into his house and went straight into his bedroom. We waited in the passage outside; nobody went into Mothuzi’s room without him inviting you in. We stood at the door and looked at his TV and Sega 16 bit and the poster of Jurassic Park on his cupboard door, and waited. Eventually he came out and pointed us to the living room, where we sat on the two-seater couch opposite his chair. He didn’t say why he went to his room, and we didn’t ask. You didn’t ask questions like that when you were with Mothuzi; you listened carefully to every word he said so that you could soak up his coolness and maybe one day people would say you were going to be famous.

Enjoy, and share with your friends if you do.

Brett

Trouble Down South

An excerpt from Into the Rift, “The Cloaked Man”, appeared on Katrina Williams’ blog yesterday. Check it out here. If you’re interested, you can also get her book, Trouble Down South and Other Stories by clicking the image below:

On Writing

You often hear the question “Why do you write?” You get various answers from different writers, each reflecting their own views on the process. In this post, I’ll attempt to outlay why I write.

People ask me why I write. The honest answer? I don’t know. I just do: I sit down and tell myself I need to write a cool story, because, well, it’s cool. I tell myself I have an imagination which, when let run wild, can produce a worthwhile read for someone else, and so I bang off a few thousand words and get going. Honestly though, do I mean those things? I can’t say for sure. I’m still sitting down, writing. So that’s one thing.

I like a good story. I think I have many of those in my head, and like to think I’m decent at telling a good story. I guess that’s the main reason I write. There are supplementary reasons, though. Like money. I’ve yet to make any money from my writing, but I’m led more and more to believe that there are people out there who enjoy what I write, and would pay a few dollars to read it. That thought spurs me on to write more, but there are other reasons, too.

It’s a challenge. Writing is hard work, at the end of the day. You can spend hours, days, weeks, or months (some people spend years) on a story, and at the end of it have something that nobody wants to read because they don’t think it’s any good. That’s a hard pill to swallow. I think I’m better than that. I think that each time I sit down to write, I’m a little better than the last time. Sometimes I read a story or book and think to myself, hell, I’m better than this!  I’m, challenging myself to fight the terror of failure, of rejection, in writing. The thought of people reading my work and not enjoying it is terrifying.

So, at the end of it all, am I any closer to answering that question? Probably not. It’s not something I can really explain to someone who doesn’t write. But hopefully one day they’ll buy my books, and then they’ll know why. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Why do you write?