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Why Experienced Authors are Turning to Self-Publishing

To be a published writer you need an endless supply of patience, and the skin of an armadillo. Patience because everything takes an age. It takes an age to write a book in the first place, then you have to wait months for an agent to read it and make comments. Then, if you manage to persuade the agent to represent the book, you have to wait while publishers read it, have meetings about it, and then start negotiations. Even once they have agreed to publish the book, you are still a year to eighteen months away from seeing it on the bookstalls. Then you have to wait for the reading public to hear about it, read it and finally recommend it to their friends and review it. This all takes years.

You need the armadillo’s shell because every one of these stages will also include rejections, criticisms and suggestions on how you could make your book better by re-writing it in the way the agent/publisher would like.

Young authors who can handle all this have decades of career ahead of them, so they can afford to spend the time going through the whole agonising experience every time they write something. I started when I was 17 and my first book was published ten years later. Over the following forty-five years I published well over a hundred titles, but I no longer have the time or the patience to wait that long to see the results of my labours. Fortunately, technology has made self-publishing a viable, and increasingly acceptable, alternative. I am now able to back my books myself and publish them when and how I choose.

There have been a few famous names who have followed the same path in the past. Mark Twain, for instance, self-published an edition of Huckleberry Finn, Beatrix Potter, Virginia Woolf, Edgar Allan Poe and Margaret Atwood all took control of publishing their own books at various stages of their careers, either because they couldn’t get their feet in the doors of the existing publishing companies, or because they realised it would be more profitable for them to cut out the “middle-men” in the publishing process.

Now, however, the process is becoming commonplace. Peter Buckman, a distinguished literary agent and author, now in his eighties, recently explained to BookBrunch, why he had taken the decision to self-publish his latest crime series, “The Pumpernickel Mysteries”.

“At my age,” he writes, “I can’t hang around while the friends I still have in publishing tell me they love my writing but it ‘doesn’t quite fit our current list’”. He goes on to explain, “I have commissioned professionals to do the things I can’t manage, and I think the results match the standards I’ve acquired over sixty years in the business.”

Mark McCrum, another writer with a long list of published titles to his name, came to a similar decision when his long-time, and well-known, agent sat on his manuscript for the first of “The Festival Murders” series, for six months, always promising to “get to it soon”.

“He had other, more lucrative, projects he wanted me to take on,” McCrum explains, “and I realised he was never going to do anything with this novel, so I set up Prospero Press, and did it all myself.”

The book was duly published and was then taken on by traditional publisher, Severn House, who were then taken over by blue chip publisher, Canongate, who have republished the book, and three more in the same series. In the years that it took for this situation to evolve, McCrum received modest but regular payments for sales via outlets such as Amazon. If he had not taken matters into his own hands, however, he would undoubtedly still be waiting for his agent to get moving. He has since changed agents.

“Digitalization has revolutionized writing, reading, printing and distribution,” Buckman writes in BookBrunch, “and made self-publishing a key part of the business. Of course, every writer thinks their latest book is a work of genius, but if conventional editors are too cautious to take a punt on it, self-publishing offers an opportunity to prove them wrong.”

One great advantage to self-publishing is that you do not have to sell that many copies in order to recoup your costs, whereas a large publishing company, with all its overheads, needs to sell far more, inevitably making them more cautious about what books they invest in,

“Few people go into self-publishing to make a profit,” Buckman says. “Writers do it because they believe their work is worth reading. Although no one likes promoting themselves they can, when pushed, do a better job than most marketing departments, and the algorithms on which success depends may be no worse to deal with than indifferent sales reps, (and at least they are not affected by the Curse of Nielsen BookScan);

“So, if the inbuilt editor that Chandler says every writer needs, tells you you’ve produced something quite good, or even not half bad, and if this view is backed up by someone you respect and are not having sex with, then self-publishing is the way to go when editors who are cautious to the point of cowardice turn you down.”

Like Buckman and McCrum, I did try out early drafts of my latest novel, “On the Backs of Others”, on a few agents that I have worked with over the years, and they all responded with polite, and valid, excuses such as, “it falls between several genres, I don’t think publishers would know how to market it,” and “Richard Osman and Richard Coles have pretty much got this sector of the market sewn up”. I could see what they all meant. It does look like a “cosy village crime” book at the start, but it soon develops into something very dark, and possibly even “gothic”. I see it as an allegory for the state of the modern world, and England in particular, as a critique of the traditional class system and of the latest explosion of global wealth inequality – Okay, yes, I can see there is a complex mix of genres here.

But I didn’t want to restrict myself to one genre, and I didn’t want to spend the final decades of my life trying to nag reluctant publishers into giving it a go, so I took it to the excellent people at Whitefox Publishing, a creative, collaborative agency. The book was published within a few months and now all we have to do is wait for “word-of-mouth” to make it the international best seller it deserves to be – so, back to waiting again.

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The Elite are Always with Us

My latest novel has received its first review on Amazon, which is gratifying since there is always a worry in the first weeks following publication of any book, that absolutely no one is going to have the time to read it, let alone review it. It is even more gratifying when the review demonstrates that the reader has also given some thought to what they have read.

 ‘On the Backs of Others’ charts the collision between two worlds, as an old one founded on deference and duty is swept aside by a world dominated by internet influencers and global capitalism. Insightful, thoughtful and at times shocking.

I was intrigued by the use of the word “collision”. I had seen it more as the replacement of one elite, created in an age of colonialism and aristocracy, by another, founded on capital newly accrued through trading, property development and the dissemination of information and entertainment. Where once family fortunes were built on the ruthless plundering of other nations, using slavery and military force, now the construction of great palaces is more likely to be funded by less violent but more insidious industries, such as technology and money lending, (otherwise known as financial services). The servant class that laboured in the stately homes of England might have been set free from their servitude with living wages, but they soon had those wages wheedled off them once more, in return for the material goods, bread and circuses, that the new elite persuaded them they needed.

The “alpha class”, I would contend, will always exploit and abuse the gentler, quieter masses.

What I imagine this reviewer found shocking in this allegory of modern capitalism, is the brutal reality of life, lust, abuse and death, which is revealed in the private lives being lived in secret behind the façade of the idyllic English village, once the new brooms arrive to sweep it clean. The elite will always take what they want from the world and from those of us who do not have the power to resist them, regardless of how much harm they do to others in the process.

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Where Do Writers Get Their Ideas?

By  Andrew Crofts•March 07, 2025•3 min read

There is often an awkward pause in the opening moments of literary question-and-answer sessions as self-conscious fiction fans pluck up the courage to raise their hands. At least one brave soul usually breaks the ice with that old favourite: ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’

I have been giving this question some thought, with particular reference to the novels I have written over the last twenty or so years, and I have realised that all too often these ideas come to me from very dark places indeed.

The Overnight Fame of Steffi McBride was written during a time when I was ghostwriting for a number of soap stars and winners of reality television talent shows. I have always been fascinated by the way extreme fame is arbitrarily bestowed on some people – from ‘Taylor and Burton’ to ‘The Kardashians’ – and the effect that being endlessly in the media spotlight has on their lives and the lives of those around them. At the time I also had a child who was pursuing acting ambitions and was thinking about how the business worked and how to get a first foothold. The more I thought about it, the more the character of Steffi grew in my mind, and the more tortuous her experiences became.

Around the time of the Arab Spring, I was working as a ghostwriter in the Middle East, sometimes in the palaces and offices of the astonishingly wealthy and powerful people at the top, sometimes with those who were struggling at the bottom of the social pile. I was also spending a lot of time trying to tame a large garden in England and passing many hours thinking beside bonfires, contemplating the inequities of life and the consequences that seemed to be unravelling for some of the world’s dictators. Gradually the characters and storyline of Secrets of the Italian Gardener emerged in my head. Most of the resulting story takes place within the confines of the palace of a dictator who is about to be overthrown.

When Donald Trump won his first term as president I was stunned. I guess I was – and possibly still am – living in a ‘liberal elite’ bubble, unable to imagine that such a thing could ever occur. For many months I found it hard to tear my eyes off Twitter as I attempted to make sense of the new reality. 

Many years before, I had predicted, in a book titled Hype! The Essential Guide to Marketing Yourself, that property tycoon Donald Trump could probably achieve whatever he wanted in life from the publicity platform he had created for himself, but I had never imagined he would be awarded the world’s top job. Anyway, it got me thinking, with the result that I took the ghostwriter narrator from Secrets of the Italian Gardener and sent him to Hollywood, where a film star and a tech billionaire were working together to get a crime family voted into the White House. The result was the novel What Lies Around Us.

A couple of years ago my wife and I moved to an insanely idyllic village, right at the centre of the country. If you were to describe the perfect, fictional English village, this one would be it. We live on a high street which is used by more horses and dogs than cars, with uninterrupted views across a valley on the other side. There are families who have lived here for generations, with newcomers like us only just starting to edge in. When I am working in the front garden, behind the post box, or walking around the village, everyone stops to chat and gossip and slowly but surely the much grimmer history of the village depicted in On the Backs of Others started to take root in the most shadowy part of my mind. The more I thought about the characters I was inventing to live in this fictional village, the more the darkness which must lie in the depths of my subconscious rose to the surface.

As a ghostwriter, I have written dozens of books for the victims of abuse, oppression, crime and exploitation (an early novel I wrote, initially titled Maisie’s Amazing Maids, later reissued as Pretty Little Packages, was on exactly those subjects), and I guess I have been shaped by the stories I’ve heard to see sinister undercurrents and bad intentions everywhere, even behind the idyllic cottage facades of an entirely innocent English country village.

So, the ideas for stories tend to be triggered for me by external events or people that I meet on my travels, and are then propelled by plots that rise up from the stories I have been told about the very darkest sides of human nature.

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50 Years of Being a Full-time Freelance Writer

Andrew Crofts

I have been earning a full-time living as a freelance writer for fifty years. There have been ups and there have been downs. The “ups” have included the month where two of my books received advances of £300K each, and the month where I had four books in the Sunday Times bestseller list simultaneously. There was also the book which eventually sold something north of five million copies, and the client who wanted to meet on his private island in Bermuda. There have been books ghostwritten for heads of state and bonded labourers, refugees, genocide survivors and child brides, pop stars, soap stars, reality tv winners, hairdressers, and Basil Brush.

These “ups” are the jewels of memory that sparkle amidst the decades of typing, submitting and waiting for industry gatekeepers to get back to me, and all the manuscripts which were rejected by every agent I could find, let alone every publisher. Then there were the editors who “loved” the books but wanted them totally rewritten, and the books that were published but sold not a single copy – a sort of slow death by rejection. There were the publicists who cheerfully gave up trying to get media coverage after a week, editors who changed employers half way through the editing process, or fell pregnant, or died. There were the legal departments who covered pristine manuscripts with their scribbled worries, and there were the reams and reams of unintelligible royalty statements that have been landing on the doorstep every few months, telling me I still owed the publishers thousands of pounds.

The end result of these first fifty years? I have published over a hundred books and managed to support a family and raise four children. If I’d possessed a crystal ball fifty years ago, would I have embarked on the same life journey? Absolutely.

When my journey started, in 1970, my manuscripts were bashed out on a pre-war, upright typewriter, and dispatched by post, with self-addressed envelopes, direct to publishers, (after lengthy searches for the right addresses). After months of heady dreaming, the now tattered envelopes would arrive back, accompanied by dream-crushing rejection notes. I doubt that process had changed much over the previous hundred years. But I was seventeen and optimistic. I had written my first novel, (when I was meant to be paying more attention to my exams), and I was moving to the bright lights of “swinging” London, to share a flat in Earls Court with a dozen or so people, all of us quite certain we would be rich and famous very soon indeed.

It would take five years of hard typing and draconian budgeting, trying out every avenue of freelancing, before I was selling anything I had written, and ten years before I had managed to carve a small niche as a travel writer. In between hammering out more submissions to publishers, I was then able to visit exotic places I would otherwise not have got to, meeting exotic people I would otherwise never have had access to, providing more for me to write about in my fiction.

By 1990, twenty years after setting out, I was actually making it in through the doors of agents and publishers in my search for people who would fund publication of my work, since I could not afford to fund it myself. One of the books I wrote was “Sold”, the story of Zana Muhsen, which would, over the following few years, sell in many countries, one year becoming France’s bestselling non-fiction title.

By the time the Millenium ended, my income was steady and technology was starting to streamline the lives of all writers. Word-processing was doing away with the need for endless drafts and messy struggles with carbon paper and Tippex, and the gradual adoption of email was turning self-addressed envelopes, and frustrating queues at the post office, into unmourned memories.

Amazon was opening up new ways for writers to reach wider audiences. The gatekeepers within the agencies and publishers remained trapped inside the culture of waiting – it does, after all, still take a lot of time to read a manuscript – but writers could now circumnavigate these waiting rooms from hell, and even cut down on the levels of rejection they had to face.

So today the main challenge is proliferation. Because it has become easier to produce manuscripts, there are far more of them out there, competing for everyone’s time, and AI is destined to magnify that problem a millionfold.

But writers also now have the services of creative agencies and bespoke publishers to call upon. Coming to Whitefox, for instance, feels, to this world-weary traveler, like being ushered left as I walk onto a long-haul flight, after decompressing in a comfortable airport lounge, insulated from the anxiety-inducing queues and jostling crowds.  

Writers no longer have to sign away their copyright, which means that they can keep any money generated by their work, not just a tiny percentage of it. We can maintain ultimate creative and financial control, while at the same time receiving advice from all the same experts who work for the traditional publishing houses. Above all, however, just as when you turn left on a plane, or visit a private consultant with an ailment that is worrying you, you encounter people who will take the time to be as supportive and helpful as possible.

As with the airlines and the doctors, of course, there is an upfront cost for these services, and there is always a risk that you will not earn enough to cover those costs. But as anyone who has ever stretched out flat on a bed during a long-haul flight knows, it is sometimes worth investing if it avoids having to spend twelve hours crowded into the back of a plane with your knees under your chin, sleeplessly waiting for the ordeal to end, while being ignored by the overworked cabin crew.