Category Archives: Novels

Those long things with loads of words that have a beginning, middle and end (mostly) which please, entertain, dismay, enlighten and generally help us escape every day life into someone else’s life. (Pure bliss!) – Yes, I wrote these…

Killer App now available for download!

Come one, come all, to the greatest show on earth!

My first novel, Killer App, is now available for download

Please like my Killer App Facebook page.

Killer App is now available on…
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00A2SCM6K
Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00A2SCM6K
iBookstore – http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/isbn9781291174717
Lulu – http://www.lulu.com/shop/emerson-freedman/killer-app/ebook/product-20507166.html
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16138035-killer-app

I hope you enjoy the book.

‘Til next poem,

Em

Nearly there!

Finally, it’s happened. I have finished my novel, minus a few minor wording tweaks, that is. Then it’s onto designing the cover, researching publishing houses and agents, and looking at self-publishing. I couldn’t be more excited if you lit a fire-cracker under my bum. I can’t sit still, I can’t sleep, I can’t wait. I have had my first real feedback on the full book, and it’s good. Ok, so it’s no Ulysses, and I won’t be winning the Booker prize, but it’s done. I’ve written, edited, updated and nearly complete a novel, from start to finish. Polished, and ready for that final push into the limelight.

Please be patient with me, the rest of the preparation to final publication may take a month or two. It will be worth the wait! 🙂

Until next time, live long and prosper!

🙂

Em

Yee-haw!

Wow. So that’s what it feels like to come to the end of a novel, and even start the second one.

The rollercoaster is over, or has only just begun, as I have as yet to let anyone read this revised draft.

Nervous? Yes.

Excited? Yes.

Exhausted and exhilerated? Double yes.

Where to now?

Do I go the old school route and hunt down an agent, trap them with style, cunning and a well-turned phrase, joining forces to create a hunting party out for the rare blood of the oft-maligned and dying breed of old-school publisher in the hopes of them seeing the diamond in the rough; maybe not the next JK cash machine but at least worth investing time, energy and publicity in?

Or do I surf the light fantastic and punt into the lake placid of self-publishing and self-promotion? Is my book eye-catching enough to light the bushfire of people’s imagination and flow through word of mouth into the collective subconscious?

What to do, what to do. (Ideas accepted on a postcard, written in binary or Sanskrit.)

Whatever the future level of success, I wrote it, from beginning to end and back again, and that is enough for me (for now).

If people enjoy reading it and want more, that will be all I ever wanted.

Here’s hoping! 😉 (Just in case you are wondering where you can lay your hands on my book, please keep your eyes peeled on my blog / twitter / linked in / Facebook account, where I will be broadcasting more exciting news (exciting to me at least!) as soon as I have it.

Til next time, be good to one another, cause each other is all we really have.

Peace out,

mE

brain chewing

My brain is chewing
On the marrow of a story,
The book is written only
In first draft, the characters
Plotting to grow into their
Skins, the seven into five,
Which one will win? This is
The beginning, the middle
And the end, another novel
Nearly written, spinning down
And in again, what more is there
To do but to trust my Self, nerve
Wracking as this is, it is the most
Fun I have had on my own, truly
The focus of life on creation
Is the only life force spent well.

work avoidance or dedication?

First off, this is most likely neither and both work avoidance, and dedication.

What do I mean?

Well, this is work avoidance in that although I am only presently commuting to work I should really be studying my ITIL V3 prep coursework.

This is also dedication because it is about writing (mine and in general).

While getting ready for the (lovely) commute to work this ‘brisk’ English morning (meaning quite cold, a bit windy, but dry), I found the time to read Jeanne Veillette Bowerman’s guest blog post on the Writer’s Digest website regarding the benefits to her as a writer of becoming a twitter addict Confessions of a Tweetaholic.

While finding the post insightful and illuminating, two words in particluar jumped out at from the page (or Blackberry screen, to be precise).

What were those two words? “Two Hours”.

Now, on their own these words do not hold much sway over my life. In any other context they may have had little or no impact.

However, as an aspiring self-published author they rang the “oh my god” bell deep in my chest.

Why is that? I hear you ask.

Well, simples, really.

The maximum time I have to write in any given day is about two hours (if I am lucky, am willing to forego sleeping a full night, and don’t mind looking rough the next day).

Jean spent two hours a day on twitter alone, working her way up to several hundred followers.

This is a successful playwright with accolades and shows under her belt, writing full time, tweeting with fellow writers intelligebly and articulately about her passion (two hours a day!).

On the other end of the tweet spectrum is our dear friend 50 cent, with umpty-thousand followers, tweeting requests for groupies to plunder in the local vicinity. (This presuming we have a clue where in the world he is – I see a new Facebook game – Where in the world is 50 cent? With points for how close you can guess he may be. More on that later.)

Where was I? Oh yes, ‘two hours’.

So, although I fully appreciate the need to ‘get yourself out there’ for us aspiring writers, if all I have to give is two hours of writing a day then I am not sure I will be able to invest the ‘right’ amount of time tweeting to build up a sizable twitter following.

Fingers crossed what takes one two hours a day can be done in 15 minutes instead!

Speaking of rewriting (we were, weren’t we?) I did manage to lose a good few hours’ sleep working on rewriting killer application last night.

Whilst tempted to right-off (or is that ‘write-off’?) several of the characters, fundamentally change the story arc and basically rewrite the whole story from a third of the way in, I recognised the exhaustion levels seeping into my writing decisions and held myself to less drastic changes, forcing my typing fingers to make notes where drastic changes may be required and enforcing the existing and new world rules and regulations within the story itself to drive the narrative.

Last night I either completely chickened out of a ‘proper’ rewrite, or I saved the heart and soul of the tale. Only time (and readers!) will tell.

As for twitter, I’ll do what I can and hope for a miracle. Slow burn media not-so-frenzy here we come! 😉

Back to the scintillating ITIL V3 world of study.

Til next time, this is mE

Em