The job doesn't get any more interesting either, particularly when it's pouring down with rain and no one stops to talk. Everyone seems really miserable and hard faced. Yesterday, I trawled Southwell and today, the bottom of Carlton, near Burton Park. Didn't really enjoy it, to be honest.
I'm trying to sell what I call Shoebag Fiction, the type of stuff which was popular in the seventies and then died a death for some reason. Pulpy, throwaway stories passed around the classroom while teacher wasn't looking. New English Library horror short stories. Skinhead novels, biker novels, PAN, horror novels.
Even the rough-arsed lads read in those days before the gaming companies diverted the attention. As far as I can gather, few people are doing anything like this.
I went into Southwell earlier to speak to my good pal at the Card shop. "I'll tell you what sells.." he said. "Serials. Why don't you come up with a serial?"
He mentioned Game of Thrones and Hunger Games. I wish I'd have come up with those two, but a) I don't do fantasy novels - never read any, have no interest and thus, wouldn't know where to start and b) it's already been done.Ta da!
Then, on the way home, I thought of "The Executioner". Remember that series? Right up my street.
He then mentioned a woman who's made a living writing erotic fiction for women. Believe me, that's already been done times many, as Black Lace readers will testify. Actually, Black Lace is the type of imprint which is structurally similar to the seventies paperback originals Green Wizard is trying to emulate. Cheap, small scale, intimate and throwaway.
Three of the five books already written here at GW are original. The other two are interesting new takes on established genres - horror and hooliporn.I challenge anyone to tell me where I can find anything similar because I'll be first in the queue to buy.
I'm going to switch tactics tomorrow. Can't face another tramp around Nottingham in the rain.
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