Thank you!

My book has been out for just over a week now, and I would like to personally say thank you to all of you who have bought my book so far. Even if you have only liked, shared or even simply viewed my posts, The fact that you have helped me reach a wider audience makes me eternally grateful…

 

If this book doesn’t tickle your fancy, I have already published 3 others (a comedy, a horror and a drama) if you are interested in reading something from another genre. Every one of these books are under £3 each to buy on a kindle format.

 

 

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I already appreciate all the support I have had so far, but if you could share these links to your friends so I can reach a wider audience, or if you have bought my books and enjoyed them if you could recommend them to people you think would enjoy them I would be very thankful 🙂

 

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Fear of change

Over the last year I have been struggling to write my eighth book. Not because of the content, but because I have been wrestling my own demons. These demons have pretty much gone now and I’m happy to say that I’m back to my determined self, but now I am moving forward there is a natural fear of progression, a fear of change…

I’m going travelling again soon, I literally have no idea where I’ll stop. I could stop somewhere in England, I could find work whilst travelling through Europe, or I could just do a James McAvoy on ‘The Last King of Scotland’ and spin the globe, going to the country my finger lands on…

Am I scared? You bet your arse I’m scared! But it’s not a fear that makes me not want to do it; it’s a good kind of scared. You know, scared but excited. Sure it could go wrong, but it could also go perfectly right, and I’d be foolish to not take that chance…

Which brings me to my writing. On one of my former posts about anxiety I listed a few things that I was doing to keep pushing myself even though I didn’t want to. I was moving, albeit far slower than I would have liked, and now I am back to my normal speed, hitting my goals and whacking out editing, writing books, marketing, and blog posts almost on a daily basis.

What I’m doing now is good enough for most people’s standards. six books, four of them published on Amazon… But it’s not good enough for me. I’ll slow down when I’m making decent money through my books. I’ll slow down when the name Lewis J F Clarke becomes common knowledge. I’ll slow down when I tell people my name and they’ll laugh and mockingly say “What, like the author?” This may seem hilariously impossible to you to have these kind of standards, but welcome to the world of expectations inside my head. In a way I’m not surprised I suffered from anxiety…

So the next logical step is to embrace change. I’m not in that position now, and nothings going to change if I sit at home, cross my fingers and say “Please God, let it be me…”. If I want to be in a better position, then I have to move. Not literally like I’m doing with my travelling, but I have to try new things, things I’ve never done before, things that scare the hell out of me. I might fail, but then I have to try something else, and eventually I’ll pick the lock. If I don’t try and pick the lock then the safe will never open…

So I see all these things I have to do in terms of marketing, or trying new things to push my books and myself as an author, which I suppose is like indirect marketing. Do these changes scare me? Of course they do! I’m jumping into the unknown, but if I want to be successful then I have to embrace change. This change could be the difference between me working for pleasure doing something I enjoy, and still running around like an idiot behind a bar in twenty years time just to make ends meet…

My fourth book ‘Talk to me’ is now available to buy

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After months of hard work, my first attempt at a romantic comedy ‘Talk to me’ is now available to buy on Amazon for an introductory price of only $2.99! Buy it now and take advantage of this offer before the price goes back to normal again.

 

Click here or on the book cover to buy the book now on Amazon…

 

Needham Market to Lavenham by bicycle

Wednesday was my day off, so I told a few people that I planned on cycling to Lavenham and back, thinking that if I told enough people I couldn’t back out. So once Wednesday hit I got ready and set off to do a trip that consisted of very little planning and to be fair looking back was pretty dangerous…

Why you may ask…? Cracking question! Well I cycle to Stowmarket every week to go to work and its fine because there’s a cycle path the whole way. This trip was around 15 miles each way and did not have one cycle path on the route. A route that mainly consisted of A roads and B roads…

It took me an hour and a half but I got there in the end. And it was WELL worth it!

Lavenham is an old medieval town that was once so prosperous that is was once the 14th richest town in the whole country according to the tax records from the Tudor era. Good old Henry the eighth liked to keep records! The main reason for this prosperity was because of the high quality cloth and wool they produced there, which was shipped as far as India and Northern Africa. The town also has literally hundreds of listed buildings that go as far back as the 1300’s. The reason for this was because the town quickly switched from being a rich town to ultimately worthless and many people abandoned the buildings, which meant the buildings were left untouched. Well that was what the woman in the tourist information centre told me anyway…

I grabbed a posh lunch at a pub called ‘Number 10’, then strutted over to the museum and did whatever it is that tourists are supposed to do. I whipped out my phone and took pictures and every so often I stroked my chin while looking at something of historical interest. Then I went out to the communal garden and walked around aimlessly making sure I got my moneys worth…

Then it was of to ‘The Swan’, which is I guess the marquee hotel in the area. It was posh, too posh for me to eat there and too posh for me in general, but I nervously walked around pretending I was interested in eating there with my minimum wage pay cheque. I ticked a few boxes then headed to the church.

Once I left the church and I explored the high street it was time for me to go home. I was still tired but knew there was no point in hoping that someone would magically transport me home, so I hopped on the bike and made my way back

I went a different way back; on the way there I went via Bildeston (I’d never heard of it either…) but on the way I realised there were a lot of steep uphill bits on the way back that were dangerous even if I cycled it, let alone got off my bike and walked up there. So I bricked it, used the excuse of saying I could see a different route and went that way, through a place called Hitcham.

Hitcham had a nice church to see, Hitcham also had a bitch of a hill that beat me and I had to take a ten minute break sprawled over a park bench like some loser who’d just downed a couple of 2 litre bottles of cider. As I was there a girl in her mid twenties walked towards me with a dog. I smiled at the dog and called him over and the girl looked at me like I was a rapist and swiftly pulled the dog in the opposite direction. You’ve still got it Lewis…

Oh, and I also died. I didn’t really, I just nearly crashed. Some dipshit overtook me and was way too close to me. I was flying down a hill and gaining speed to attack the next steep hill that was coming up and just as I got to the bottom he passed me with about half a metre gap between us, which made me swerve and hit the kerb. Luckily I had a firm grip of the handlebars (That’s not an innuendo for anyone looking to make a terrible joke…) and I stayed on my bike.

I got to Stowmarket and decided against going to see my sister. I thought it would be rude to rock up unannounced, take my shoes off and stink her house out. So I went straight back home, had a bath and then fell asleep. Woke up an hour later and celebrated with a Chinese.

Finally I saw the bloke who actually owns my bike (it’s a long story that involves me thinking the bike was abandoned, using it for months and walking past him looking in disbelief as he said “You know that’s my bike don’t you?”) and he said he’s leaving at the end of the month, so I offered to buy the bike off him as I still need to use it to go to work on weekends. So yeah, I own the bike now, but I won’t be going to Lavenham again by bike anytime soon. Not that it’s not worth it, because it definitely is worth seeing, it’s just a long old trek, plus the though of being knocked off on an A road by someone who’s not paying attention doesn’t really appeal to me. I suppose this rules out me cycling around the country when I travel, which was one of my ideas. If I struggle to make a 30 mile round trip then I don’t have much chance making it to Devon with a 20kg backpack on my back do I…? Still, I feel like I achieved something and it was a long old trip. I haven’t done any cycling of that magnitude in ages so go me!!!