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A Confession – Happy Happy Joy Joy

Probably, some time over the weekend, I am going to pull the paperback copies of all three books from my storefront temporarily.

No, I’ve not retired. Not given up, not run out of Babbitt stories, because when I’ve done the Civil Wars in England, the russet-haired ruffian spent the better part of twenty years kicking around in Europe raising hell with Nat Rackhay, and since he came out of it with one sergeant, one best mate, a wife, and a maladjusted horse, that’s quite a lot of story.

Anyway, when I run out of Babbitt stories I’ll be about a hundred and three, and then there’s a degree of insistence from certain people to know what’s going to become of Thankful Russell, so he’s next up.

– an aside, at this point. Hapless is not a brooding romantic hero.Seriously. Don’t worry about him. He’s having a rough time occasionally, but he’s not going to turn into Ross Poldark. He’s twenty-one. Most things can be cured by the generous application of cake. I would not leave Russell alone and cake-less, okay?

Oh and then there’s Drew Venning, the world’s least likely romantic hero, but there he is.

Anyway. That lot are okay.

It’s like this. The National Civil War Centre have had a copy of my books for review, and they like them, I think they liked them quite a lot. So the Babbitt-boy and his rebel rabble are now officially endorsed by the Civil War Centre. (They said that. In words. Well, they didn’t call them a rebel rabble, but – meh.) They liked the content, they liked the cover art, they thought the template enforced by Amazon sucked the big one and they couldn’t market them alongside mainstream published novels in the current format.

Um, just go back and read that again. They couldn’t market them alongside mainstream published novels in the current format. 

No, I didn’t believe it either, so I asked the Commercial Services Manager to repeat it for clarity’s sake, and yes, he is happy to take the Babbitt books. My Rosie, and Luce, and Hapless, and Tinners-the-dog and Drew Venning, all glowering across the shop at the likes of Bernard Cornwell and Michael Arnold. Bestselling proper authors, who make a living out of it, not mad cake ladies in possession of a cavalry backsword. I d’reckon we know what Rosie Babbitt would say and it would start with “Eff” and end with, “Me.”

But, he needs them to look more like professionally published books and less like some bint with a laptop knocked ’em up in the back room.

And so the bint with the laptop is talking to people. And is talking to a publisher who actually likes the covers. And a very helpful friend in the business who is talking to their manager about borrowing Babbitt, or rather borrowing Mistress B, for a day or so to corrupt young innocents buying decent sensible military books into reading ungodly fiction, probably with lewd promises of cake.

So. There you go. Still astonished. Still inclined to say “Bloody hell!” in a strong Lancashire accent, but –

See that bint with the laptop? Thass a proper writer, that is.

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