I wonder how many dusty and forgotten worlds there are out there? Thanks for this thought provoking post, Jo Robinson! It gave me a lot to think about, and more, besides!
Back in my teens, I spent some time reading Harlequin romances. After about the fifth one, I was justifiably bored by the repetition. Kind of ruined romances for me and I have never read them since. 😂
I DO love the idea, though, of continuing to build and expand a world you have created! It’s built, it’s right there, and ready for some evolution. Doesn’t even need to be the same time period. Maybe you could jump a couple of hundred years and have a story in which new characters are directly or indirectly influenced by the historical actions of your original characters.
I smell smoke! Ooh! I think my brain’s on fire! LOL.
There is no harm in sticking with a good thing. Once you’ve written and published your book, that doesn’t mean that you have to forget the people who live in it forever, and move on to something totally brand new and original. You can write about them again. Maybe just as background for totally new people, just living in the same town maybe. You could write a whole series of books that stand totally alone, with totally different characters but with similar themes. Just not too similar though. Think Raiders of the Lost Ark, Dan Brown, or Lara Croft series kind of similar – similar, but still very different.
One memorable occasion I read and loved a book by a certain author, so I promptly bought another two by him. They weren’t listed as a series, and even though I’m very partial to the familiarity of an author’s voice coming…
Message from Wendy Anne Darling “I have always believed that one should keep a wary eye on one’s enemies, so – Geoff Le Pard – I have corralled your recipe in a locked file and am hoping I can brainwash myself into forgetting where I put the key. If anybody finds me wandering, babbling wildly, and covered in blueberry juice, you’ll know what happened.”
A wonderful run down from Colleen Chesebro of Silver Threading about Copyright. So glad I read this! I will definitely be doing this for the upcoming series! I still have prepaid legal so it would cost me virtually nothing to get a lawyer involved. 🙂
One day, while I was surfing Facebook (eye roll) my friend, Teagan, from Teagan’s Books, said something about getting a copyright. That got me to thinking… I am going to self-publish my novel…
It probably won’t surprise anybody that several of the items that are precious to me are books! Aside from having succeeded in purchasing replacement copies of all the childhood books I loved and lost when my family moved to South Africa. I love this copy of ‘The Works of Shakspeare’* which was given to me by a friend in 1982, with a previous dedication of ‘To dear Little Ula from “Toddles” Nov: 1908. I’d love to know who they were!
*Shakspeare is as written on the Cover. and the fly leaf has ‘Ladies’ College, Cheltenham’ handwritten on it.
My daughter Lainey has done some research on it and concluded that it was probably printed around 1890. Likely to have been mass produced for schools, this one still has the gilding visible on the top edge.
This edition, though not in very good shape, is precious to me, nonetheless, and now lives life protected in a Ziplock baggie! 😀
I’ve just returned from a trip to Turkey’s stunningly beautiful Lycian Coast. Whilst it was most definitely a holiday, I went, notebook in hand, to refresh my memory and inspire my senses. ‘My first novel’ – its working title, by the way, is Singled Out – is set in Turkey, along this same coastline and I was looking for fine detail.
I carry my writer’s notepad around with me whenever I go out. I occasionally jot odd things down – a few notes whilst I’m sitting in a coffee shop perhaps. It still feels a bit writerly and pretentious, but I expect it may feel more natural in time. Last week in Turkey things took a big leap forward. My notepad, smeared with suntan oil, became a sponge, soaking up my sensory experience, absorbing everything.
I realised as I filled its pages, how inert ones memories of a place can…