Welcome to my Writer’s Diary
now updated fortnightly:
September 19th, 2016
I really have been here before. In my last diary entry I explored the reluctance most writers have to finish the text and say goodbye. And yet… And yet. As I make my final tiny changes – a job that cannot take longer than another two weeks – I find myself straying down a familiar path. The novel that occupied my last twelve months is done (barring minor changes) and I am as ready as I shall ever be to say goodbye – or au revoir: before the book is published I shall see it again for yet another set of ‘minor changes’. But by then I shall have moved on. The text I shall revisit will be an old text, the novel I thought I’d finished, the one I wrote ‘some time ago’.
For I shall be working on another book. That is my ‘familiar path’. In the last year I have, as a writer, thought of little other than the book I have been writing. But now as I make final adjustments, and as I edit rather than create, my thoughts drift way from the work in hand towards what may become the next book I shall write. At this late stage in the old novel, when I am working almost mechanically, I am at the same time exploring fresh fields: what shall I write next?
I think I know the answer. For all these months I have had few fresh ideas; I have been too preoccupied with Mother Naked. But now – and this is the familiar path – I am differently preoccupied, with a new story, a quite different story, a story I am eager to begin. That familiar reluctance to finish with the old and say goodbye has been replaced with an impatience to move on. We writers are unfaithful lovers. While we are with you, dearly beloved text, we believe ourselves fully committed but, as unfaithful lovers always will, we tire of you and look elsewhere. I have lived with you, dear Mother Naked, I have given you all I had – but I have caught a new scent now. A fresh young muse is whispering in my ear.
Each week as I work on my new novel I post a fresh extract from my writer’s diary – mercifully short, you’ll be glad to hear, each piece taking about a minute to read.
Catch up with earlier entries here:
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(1) Great-Grandmother’s Secrets: Read 5 of my great-grandmother’s wonderful Victorian Romances in a new eBook from Prospero – ludicrously cheap and every story illustrated with original engravings. Take a look.
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And a little earlier . . .
Some of my fairly recent titles – all available from Amazon. They’re astonishingly cheap (or just plain ‘astonishing’). Why not try one?
Stories I Can’t Tell
(an illustrated confessional “by” Maggie King, “with” Russell James)
Here’s something different – very different! – written with the very close co-operation of the fabulous Maggie King. It invites you – and you alone – to sit with Maggie as she shows you the contents of her trunk of theatrical souvenirs. What secrets will you find?
On the eve of World War Two Maggie King has been waiting for me – Russell James – to join her and ghost-write a celebrity memoir. But I’m not there yet; there’s only you and Maggie, just the two of you, in front of a cozy roaring fire. Maggie’s theatrical trunk, you’ll find, is packed with programmes, handbills, letters and photos, both from her own career and that of her parents – Albert and Annie King (‘the Royal Family’), middle-ranking performers in Music Hall and Variety. While you sit with her she recalls the ups and downs of her rackety life, including hits and flops, romance and tragedy, the men who mattered and the man who caused the scandal that blighted her career.
Full details are on the Maggie King book page – “Stories I Can’t Tell”
The Newly Discovered Diaries Of Doctor Kristal
Yes, I’m still writing crime! Here’s a black comedy set in the Swinging Sixties (1963-4) and revealed through the diaries of a doctor – 35 years old and still a virgin – whose curious obsessions drive him to start murdering his patients. Kristal thinks himself immune from any hint of sexual passion – but when there are two beautiful women desperate for his help, isn’t there anything he can do? Read all about it on the DOCTOR KRISTAL page – here
My most autobiographical novel to date, though you might not think it, since it is an up-to-the-minute tragicomedy narrated into an iPhone by Crosby Ravensworth, a 35-year-old executive too busy to scatter his father’s ashes or to sort out the dysfunctional family he has left behind, or even to decide which of the four women in his life he should connect to. But with any luck, he’ll find that even the darkest clouds have silver linings and this could be the beginning of a new life.
To get your copy – for Kindle, Kobo, Nook or whatever – either go to my Amazon page (click HERE ) or, for all non-Kindle formats, jump to my Smashwords page by clicking EXIT 39 instead. To find out more, CLICK HERE and enjoy Exit 39!
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One last reminder of how to get my books:
Most of my books can be found on the Prospero website.
Kindle downloads can be had direct from Amazon: Russell James page
For ebooks suitable for Sony, Kindle and most readers, find a synopsis of the whole collection by clicking My ebooks at Smashwords or find them on the website of your ebook supplier.
And for KOBO, look here:
(On some of these sites you’ll find some upstart authors there as well, each pretending to the Russell James throne. Do not be led astray. Insist on the original!)