At Times It Seems That I Disappear!

If nothing else being an independent author is something of a juggling act. In my case it means balancing a work life, a home life, and a creative life. In fact, sometimes I do not feel so much as a juggler as I do a magician. This is not because I can do magic, although that would be fun, more because I often seem to just disappear.

One of the key activities of an independent author, other than writing, is getting yourself known. Apart from defeating writer’s block it is probably one of the most difficult tasks that you can undertake. The internet provides a host of opportunities to make your presence felt but there is something to be remembered when starting out in this direction; the internet is a massive opportunity but you are only one person!

This is true of most independent authors I expect. Very few of us have a support team who can do all the ancillary activities for us, that comes later when you are rich and famous! Like many another I have to do all my own work in many different areas. I would love to simply sit in my study (another aspect of my dream) and write for a living but I have yet to sell enough books. It is the ‘catch-22’ situation. I have to get known to sell books and that takes a lot of time but I also need to write the books to get known for and that takes up a lot of time as well.

I have tried using a timetable and in respect of social media this proved rather successful. I found that I could run accounts on Facebook, Wordpress, Twitter, Blogger, and Google+ as well as a couple of other forums that reflect the diverse nature of my interests; dinosaurs, movies, history, philosophy, etc. The big bump in the road, however, was my muse. When I write and the writing goes well that is all I want to do. Timetables go out of the window and I have even been known to miss meals! There are very few things in life that compare to the thrill of writing well, and that is when I disappear.

After appearing all over the internet like a rash I suddenly cease posting and everyone loses interest in me, I think. There is a lot to be said for consistency. People out there like to see consistency in what people like independent authors write about in social media. I understand that but my muse does not, or does not care, one of the two. I think it is the latter. The end result is that I often seem to disappear from social media.

Curiously this phenomenon works both ways. I have often found myself enjoying social media and not realising that it has been sometime since I last picked up my quill and started scribbling again! I know they live in my imagination but I begin to worry that the characters that I am supposedly writing about might start thinking that I’ve forgotten about them. I disappear from my imaginary worlds while I pursue the goal of becoming an internet sensation.

If I did not have a compartmentalized mind already then I think that I might develop schizophrenia!

I did look into hiring my son to help me with the social media aspect as he is the right age and already has a presence on the internet, I suspect it is larger than mine actually, but he was not interested. I would like to hire an intern but I have held an objection against slavery for a long time now and as I cannot afford wages or the prospect of future employment, other than in my imaginary worlds, then it would be a little bit hypocritical of me succumb to this temptation now. The same goes for zero hour contracts. I could ask my wife but to be honest her strongest point with regards to the internet is shopping, particularly for bargains!

So here I am stretching myself rather thin over a multitude of tasks trying very hard to provide a body of work that readers out there are going to think not too badly of, worth an hour or two’s perusal at least. And this is not really a complaint. If anything it is a state of my nation declaration. This is where I am at, two novels completed, two in the process of being written, and a host of others banging on the door and wanting my attention. The thrill is there and I enjoy it. There is something very satisfying about picking up a book and seeing your name on the cover, or browsing Amazon and seeing your work there as well, surfing the internet and stumbling over a review of my work. I guess that I am going to be doing all this stuff by myself for a bit longer then?!

Special Circumstances by Sheldon Siegel

I read a wide variety of genres as a matter of course. I have never felt constrained to any one particular type of fiction but instead rely on my mood to influence my choice when looking for a new book to read. In this particular instance I was attracted to Sheldon Siegel’s legal drama ‘Special Circumstances’ as a Kindle promotion. Previously I had read and enjoyed Barry Reid’s ‘The Verdict’ back in the 1980’s. It was turned into a successful film starring Paul Newman by director Sidney Lumet. I have also enjoyed John Mortimer’s ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ series, but that really does not help as ‘Special Circumstances’ is set in San Francisco rather than London.

Being English I have no first-hand knowledge of the American legal system. It seems an institution curiously similar and yet fascinatingly different to what we have here. All that I do claim to know about it is based on knowledge accrued from watching movies and television dramas, and reading novels. Law is complicated no matter where it is practised, or so it seems, but I found Sheldon Siegel’s style of writing very easy to read. The more esoteric and obscure legal terms are defined by the lead character Mike Daley in a conversational manner that makes using Google largely redundant, which is a good thing because it meant that I could lavish more time and attention on the book instead. This approach gives the book an inclusive feel. You do not need to know the law in great detail so the reader can become immersed very quickly in the story, and what is the story about?

It is unremarkable in all honesty but then this might be because it focuses more upon the trial and its impact on the main characters. A double murder has taken place in the offices of a prestige law firm on the very evening that the protagonist, Mike Daley, is leaving after failing to make the grade as a partner. Very quickly his friend, Joel Friedman, becomes the prime suspect and Mike’s very first customer. There is nothing new here, Joel pleads innocence, his wife and children are devastated, his reputation becomes tarnished as unsavoury truths about the Rabbi’s son surface and all the circumstantial evidence begins to point his way.

There are no surprises in the themes being examined here; greed is obvious, along with subterfuge, hypocrisy, the ugly side of ambition, and the impact of sudden death. They are all the staples of the legal drama but what really matters is how the author uses them to tell the story. In this respect Sheldon Siegel does very well. The law firm of Simpson and Gates employs enough people to represent all of the aspects of lawyers that make them both loathsome and fascinating as objects of entertainment in whatever media you prefer. Crucially none of them become pantomime villains, their baseness remains very human.

I enjoyed the actual process of the court hearing itself. Some readers have complained that it was too long but I do not agree. Personally I found it fascinating to follow the procedure from beginning to end without any obvious abridgements; at least to my English perception that is how it seemed. In the past I have criticised supposed science fiction novels for failing to include any notable science or simply to make vague references to obscure theories in order to justify events within their pages. I could not imagine such an approach working in a legal drama. To have any integrity the novel must suggest to the reader that at the very least the author knows what they are talking about. It is this kind of sincerity that separates the real writer from the ‘wannabe’. To that end I found ‘Special Circumstances’ totally engaging.

There was one area that I would have liked to see expanded upon and that was the actual murder itself. It never felt like Mike Daley got his hands dirty in that respect. I accept that this might not be too realistic an expectation in a trial lawyer but this is a novel and a little artistic licence can go a long way. This is certainly true when doing so adds to the suspense and excitement of the story.

In conclusion I found ‘Special Circumstances’ to be a thoroughly enjoyable read. The clarity of the writing made for an engrossing experience. I was entertained throughout, surely the most important reason for reading for leisure? I intend to return to Sheldon Siegel’s Mike Daley in the future when I feel like immersing myself in another well written legal novel.

The Tempest (2010)

This is one of my favourite plays by William Shakespeare so when I saw this film version listed in my television schedule I set it to record so that I could enjoy watching it at a time when I knew I would not be disturbed.

Directed by Julie Taymor from her own screenplay adaptation it was presented as a ‘reimagining’ of Shakespeare’s classic. I hate that word ‘reimagining’! In many instances I have found it to just mean plagiarism at the worst or a distinct lack of originality by the writer at the least. To be fair this might not be Julie Taymor’s fault as the only real alteration to the original is in changing the lead character’s sex to female. Again, I am in ignorance as to why this was felt necessary other than to presume that Julie Taymor wanted to work with Hellen Mirren on the project and that this was the only way to accommodate her?

I do not have any problem with changing the Duke Prospero into the Duchess Prospera but I have to wonder why not go all the way? It would be easier to suspend disbelief if Julie Taymor had set her tale in another time perhaps but this is not the case. The characters all appear in reasonably faithful late medieval dress, complete with doublets and ruffs, carrying rapiers and such. I found this observance with accuracy on one point at loggerheads with the notion of a female duke at a time when women rarely had the opportunity to aspire to such a high and powerful status as a duke in their own right. It somewhat renders Prospera’s complaints of being robbed of her dukedom by her younger brother moot as according to the time in which the play is set inheritance passed down the male line anyway to this would have become the logical outcome of Prospera being female!

Personally I would have been a lot more accepting of Prospera if Julie Taymor had abandoned medieval Europe altogether and presented a much more fanciful set design in which to play out the story.

That said, Helen Mirren carried off her role with consummate professionalism. Her presence on screen gives the film its gravitas and she is commands attention in every scene. Unfortunately she is let down by the rest of the cast with only two notable exceptions. The first of these is Ben Wishaw as the sprite Ariel, He looks quite otherworldly but I was unconvinced that he had to appear naked in every scene. It is not that he isn’t good looking, it is the inevitable comic effect that arises from trying to cover up his genitals as a result. Otherwise he was quite convincing as the spirit, I particularly liked his appearance as a crow as this created a very striking image.

Djimon Hounsou also acquitted himself well as Caliban. I found him very interesting to watch as he communicated the foul and yet pitiable nature of the mooncalf through use of both his body and his voice. He raised the character from out of the purely comic to one more approaching tragedy.

These apart the rest of the cast failed to impress. I am not a fan of Russell Brand but I was willing to allow him an opportunity to impress me as the clown Trinculo but all I saw was Russell Brand being Russell Brand; same hair, same beard, same annoying accent. Reeve Carney as Prince Ferdinand simply lacked any conviction, even allowing for Miranda, played by Felicity Jones, having grown up without ever having seen a man previously Carney’s Ferdinand seemed too effeminate and understated as to defy belief that he could win the girl’s heart so easily.

In conclusion this was not as enjoyable a film as I was hoping for. It had its moments and I certainly would not think of it as a failure but there was also something missing, something that I could not ignore, the spark of magic and wonder that lives in Shakespeare’s text but was not translated to the screen in this instance.