For the next seven days you can buy my novel Craven Place for the Kindle at the reduced price of 99c/99p in the US and UK.
I scarcely need to tell you that, of course. Sales started hours before I made this announcement. Something about this book is like actual crack to you people. I wish I knew what it was. I’d do it every time.
Anyway, to mark the week long sale here is a tour of the places where the mystery of Craven Place occurred…
Craven Place didn’t start off as a novel at all. When Mitch Morgan’s latest movie project hit financial problems at the turn of the millennium he was left with an eager cast, a single location, and a screenplay he was going to have to shelve because he could no longer afford all of the other locations. Rather than abandon all hope, we hooked up a week before shooting was due to start, and hashed out a plot over beers that was designed specifically around the actors and location he had left. When the brainstorm was over, I sat down and wrote. I was living with Mark and Emma on Great Western Road in Glasgow at the time.
My room was on the first floor, next to the white sign on the wall. I wrote the script in three days flat, and a week later we were on location shooting the thing.
And I have no photographs of that. It’s probably for the best, for all concerned. It was a frantic time, and none of us were at our most photogenic…
I started writing the novel from the screenplay several months later, when I was living in the bedsit on Dumbreck Road.
I didn’t get very far. Craven Place didn’t match the tone of anything else I was writing, and I worried too much about that sort of thing. I didn’t want to confuse whatever sort of readership might have accrued off the back of what was then my only published novel, Cuckoo. After a few chapters, I put the manuscript aside and started writing short stories instead.
And the manuscript stayed aside. For seven years. I didn’t pick it up again until I lived at Langhaul Road. I was feeling rather low at the time, so much so that I didn’t really care about things like whether the novel was anything like my other stuff. During a week of annual leave I sat down and wrote, finishing the first draft incredibly quickly.
And then I put it aside again. As I said, I was feeling low, and had no real interest in selling the book. I wanted it finished, that was all. When it was, it quickly went back in the box.
Emma at Snowangels provided her third cover for me, and this time Danny Evarts jumped aboard to provide editing and a much smarter interior design for the paperback than I’d managed in the previous books. For the third year in a row I published a novel, little knowing that it was going to take off like none of the others had.
Like crack, I swear….
And now you can grab it for 99c/99p if you’re in the US or UK. It’s available on Kindle and in paperback at the usual price everywhere else of course (the paperback can be purchased online at both Amazon and other online bookstores). If you’d rather listen instead of reading, you can also now get the audio book on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible.com.
Speaking of which, if you try the audio version then a review would be even more appreciated than usual. Almost as soon as the book was available two negative star ratings appeared on the Audible page. There’s a small chance they’re genuine, but the speed at which they appeared belies the seven and a half hours of listening time you would expect to precede such a judgement (and the lack of comment or review doesn’t quite ring true either). I’m not terribly worried about them in the long run – the other formats have also had their share of bad reviews among the good, and that hasn’t harmed the book’s success, but the book’s narrator Kathy raised it as a concern. I don’t like that Kathy is concerned, especially after the staggering amount of work she put in reading and producing it. If you can help to balance the score a little we’d be grateful.
Next week, The Flesh Market. See you then.