Worldbuilding 101 – Welcome to Tuivale

Any story, whether contemporary or fantasy needs worldbuilding. Most of my previous stories have been based in Nelson, and I’ve created businesses to fit into that the actual world, but I’ve named streets that don’t actually exist. It’s all for the sake of privacy.

For my Men in Kilts series, I wanted to have a seaside town, that was fictional, and I didn’t want it to relate to any existing town, so I created Tuivale. It’s a popular tourist spot, being on the gateway to the Abel Tasman National Park. With a population of around 2,500 people, the numbers swell during the summer season when visitors arrive to start the Abel Tasman Track and visit the golden sand beaches to sunbathe.

Tuivale has a town centre, complete with a supermarket, two cafe’s, two restaurants and a pub called the Highlanders Arms. The restaurant based at the pub is called the Kilt and Kirtle. There’s a garage for all the mechanical needs, along with a car parts shop, a handyman complex that sells outdoor living and plants. There is also a beautician and women’s wear shop. There’s even an engineering workshop, where the first of my protagonist’s work.

There’s a school that caters for years 1 – 8, but they will have to head to Motueka High School to complete Year 9 – 13. There is a small facility in Tuivale, however, that caters for the small number of people who are in apprenticeship training, called the New Zealand Training Institute. It looks after those doing apprenticeships, including the studying part of their training.

There is a sports complex next to a sports field, which provides for soccer, netball, rugby, rugby league and hockey. The inside facilities cater to pickleball, basketball, squash, badminton, and has a rock-climbing wall. One of the inside arena’s also plays host to the occasional Roller Derby tournament.

There is a First Responders Station where the fire brigade is based with easy access to the main road, along with an ambulance and a one officer police station. There is a small emergency department and maternity suite at the First Responders Station.

Tuivale is a popular place for young professionals – but not a yuppie haven. There are a few retired people who live there, but they are in the minority. The average age is about 45. Most of my heroes and heroines are in their late twenties to mid-fifties – with a variety of tropes to cater for every story, like age gap, fake dating, one bed, boy next door, best friend’s sister,

Over the next few weeks you’ll get to meet some of the people who populate the town, and some of them will have books of their own to tell their love story.

Next week we’ll meet some of the people who populate Tuivale.

The End is Nigh

I’m working through the edits for a book that is due with my editor on 25 July, and I could very easily just blast through the last few pages, and just send it.

But I’m not like that. I prefer to take my time and make sure that I have everything done.

Of course, I’ve already read through the manuscript and altered it, added or deleted from it countless number of times That can often take me a few times before I’m happy to proceed with the final edit.

So what do I do when I’m running a final edit?

The first thing I do is read through it and add in or take anything that does make sense. This might be taking out words because I got over wordy trying to explain something, or used too many words in a sentence.

The next step is to use ProWriting Aid to go through it and make sure that things make sense. I sometimes accept the changes it recommends, and sometimes  I don’t, because it will change my voice if I go with their suggestions.

Then I like to run it through a text to speech to hear it. This is invaluable in picking up those errors that you miss because you’ve already read it forty times. It will pick up those ‘is, if, it, in, of’ that you’ve misspelled. Sometimes it misreads words like retrain (ret rain)???

My last step is to spellcheck before I format and get it ready to send through to my editor.

Progress Report

We’re half-way through 2025, how did that happen?

So I thought I better update you on progress I’ve made so far. I’ve published Finding Sam Healey, thanks to those who brought a copy. It was a low key entrance into the world, but I’m seeing some results, so that’s great.

I’m currently working through edits on Carols Christmas, which is a modern day retelling of the Christmas Carol. This is due to the editor on 26 June, and I’m steadily getting that finished. It isn’t a big book – clocking in only just at 40k, but I love the story, and the fact that so many people helped me to write this book is just mind blowing. Thank you to everyone who has talked to me during my research into Breast Cancer. Two of them will get to read the finished product before anyone else for their comments and thoughts before I release it, which I’m hoping to do in August 2025.

I’m battling my way through my Angel story for my new pen name. I’m only struggling because I keep running out of time when I’m editing so much at the moment. I want to try and limit my writing to three months, so getting a story written in three months, which is totally doable for me. I just need to be a bit stricter with my deadlines.

Once Carols Christmas has been through the editor, I have the first of my Racing Harts books to be edited. There are three of them. Finding Faith, Gaining Grace and Having Hope. Those names might change, but that’s what I have at the moment.

Writing-wise, I’m in the process of making vision boards and plotting out my Men in Kilts series. Hence the very odd photo I posted yesterday (if you didn’t see it… here it is again… I can’t stop looking at it, for all the wrong reasons so I can’t use it. It’s AI generated…)

He’s rather stunning, but I can’t take my eyes of her missing thigh…and what is her arm and hand doing???

There are seven books in that series so far, and it will be a fictional New Zealand Town that it’s set in, and I can’t wait to start delving into the lives of these men who like to wear kilts (Thanks Mum!)

So the next six months will be busy with writing, finishing off the first angel book, then two more, and starting on my Men in Kilts, and editing the Racing Harts. All going well, I might get one of the Racing Harts books out by the end of the year… Fingers Crossed.

AI Strikes Again

I received an email this week from a regular writing group I’m part of, (James Blatch Learn Self Publishing) and they mentioned Sindo Hane who had listed a series of 100 books written since April 2025.

According to them, it’s written by AI, because who can write and publish 100 books (that’s approximately 2 – 3 books a day) – in 50 days? And if you can, can you share your secret please?

And who is going to read those books? Someone is, which means that the market is going to be saturated with AI produced books when it’s already hard to be heard above the noise of other authors on the writing platforms such as Amazon, Kobo, Apple, Nook and Google Plus. All this while there are places on the website where you have to acknowledge that the books are produced by AI. People are also advertising on Facebook that you can produce books using AI, and Amazon will pay about thousands of dollars. How they get that when Jo Bloggs author is struggling to get traction on the platform is just beyond me. And they’re charging people to learn how to do this. (I recently reported one as misleading information.)

What does that mean for an author like me who is still trying to get a market share of the readers?

Well, it makes life harder, that’s for sure. Because it means I have to pay more for advertising for people to pay attention to my books. It means I have to be clear about my intention with my books as well, including my mission statement / vision statement, which are things that I have been working on.

I’ve been slowly learning about marketing, but it takes a while for someone like me who doesn’t have a selling bone in their body to try and sell my books. I can only hope that people will find me and read my books and work their way through my backlist.

Selling on my own website and then teaching people to buy direct from me is another option, but again, we need to get people to find me first.

I guess we just have to keep hoping that people will ignore AI produced books and continue to follow real people and real authors who are producing quality products out there.

Nearly a Year

It’s nearly a year since you left. Without any clue or discussion. You just…went.

I’d been struggling to cope with the death of my step-mum after a prolonged illness. And I’d been to see her, thankfully, but I was still trying to cope with the loss. It was your birthday, I wished you happy birthday. You responded a couple of days later, to say thanks. And what had I been up to. I told you my Stepmum had died, and I was trying to cope.

That was the last time we spoke.

I looked over the photos that your family had taken during their recent visit. You looked so sad. I’d never seen you look so lost and alone. Is that what made you leave? You realise you could have come home, we would have looked after you, kept you on your toes. Or is that the reason why you didn’t want to come home, because you knew that we’d be constantly in your face, we would make sure you were okay.

Instead, we have to suffer, cry, question, rage, plead and most of all wonder what went wrong. Why you couldn’t talk to any of the people you knew around the world. Your problem was so big that you thought none of us could cope with it. You knew I could have. We’d shared some of our darkest secrets.

A year of birthdays, Christmas, New Year, your birthday…all without you to share those moments with. And that hurts. And what hurts most, is the fact that you left us without telling us why.

I still miss you every day. I still cry over you, the fact that you couldn’t talk to me. Or anyone else. What was the darkest moment that you couldn’t deal with? What did you think we couldn’t help you with?

Just know, that I love you, I always have, and I always will. x x x

To Work or Not to Work…

I was listening to an Author podcast this week which went on about the benefits to being a full time writer and not working a normal 9 to 5 job anymore. They were making it sound like it was the ideal for EVERY writer out there.

And once again, I was reminded that I don’t need to write full time and that I require the outside world to actually be a well fulfilled person.

Don’t get me wrong, if you want to be a stay a home, full time author, all power to you. I, for one, can’t do that because a) I can only write about 1500 words per story and b) I need the stimulation of a good conversation, or action going on around me. Also work can be inspiring. I wrote Cursed Love about Insurance assessing, because that is what I did for 13 years of my life. I wrote Compromising positions because I was a gardener for nearly six years. Who knows what will come from me working in a hospital.

I listened to another podcast a while ago, and the lady, a writer and an airline hostess (or steward, or whatever non-pronoun word they use now) and she enjoyed working so much, that she worked part time, and because she’d been doing it for so long, she was able to choose what flights she wanted to do.

I write best in the morning, and I can work on two stories at the same time, so I can get 1500 per story. But after lunchtime, I can’t get my brain to focus solely on a story. In fact, mostly after lunch all I want to do is nap. But I can edit in the evenings, and this is what I tend to do, if I haven’t been working in the afternoons. Because by the time I finish work at 6pm, drive home, and then have tea, all I want to do is go to bed.

So writing full time isn’t for everyone. If you don’t think that you want to be a full time writer, then you don’t have to be. Don’t let others put their opinions onto you and tell you it’s the only way. There are different ways of obtaining the same thing, and for now, I’m happy to write and work part time.

Confronting Issues

This week, at work, I had a lady turn up that I knew well from when I was at school. And she hasn’t changed a bit! But I was also reminded that her daughters had been particularly nasty to me at school, in fact, they were bullies.

I had these two sisters through primary school, intermediate, and secondary school. They were kids, just like me, except they were nasty with their words and actions. No matter what I did or said, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. These girls weren’t the only ones, but I guess, having known them since primary school, was more than enough.

And I was surprised to see their mother…and then I worried about if they might come to see their mother. What would happen then? Would they recognise me? Would they have matured? Or would they still be able to say the spiteful things that they used to years ago?

I know I have changed. Because of their (and other kid’s) bullying, I developed a resilience that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I also know when to pick my battles. I don’t put myself into situations where I am likely to get bullied. In fact, I never went to my school reunion, because I couldn’t be bothered with trying to prove who I was now.

And that is the lesson I had to learn here too. I don’t need to prove to them that I’m a different person. I don’t need to worry about them being in my sphere or being around me, because I can be the adult and either acknowledge them or not. I control the situation now, I won’t let people put me into the position where I’m made to feel smaller than them, or less than them, because I know who I am, and I’m powerful in that.

(I would have poked my tongue out at them behind their back though!)

Excitement is building

After what seems like forever, I’m finally back writing. I think it was only two weeks, but when you’re a writer, two weeks can seem like two years. And because I write when I have a spare moment, and before I go to work, an hour a day feels like a lifetime ago. But I managed to get in three writing days, and a couple of days editing.

I have Finding Sam Healey up for pre-order, and I’m working out what my next projects will be. I have a little bit of writing to go on my last Racing Harts story, and then I think I will write my Cinderella retelling. Editing-wise, I’m working on Carol’s Christmas, and hope to have that out, maybe October or November. But it could be earlier than that. It’s still all up in the air.

What isn’t up in the air is wanting to sell my books myself. From my own website. With my ebooks, that means I’ll make 90% of the costs, rather than 70% (or as low as 60% with an aggregator). It means that I can also provide paperback copies to New Zealand readers at a more reasonable cost as well. I already sell my books for $15, but I’m looking at increasing the costs, mostly due to the fact that it is costing me more to getting them in, but it would still be reasonable. $25 plus $5 postage.

With selling on my own website, I can offer more merchandise as well, like bookmarks, and other publications that aren’t available through any other platform. It also means I can offer discounts on my eBooks, and currently I’m looking at selling them at US$2.99 through my website, while increasing the costs to $4.99 through the other book places (Amazon, Kobo, Apple, Google, Smashwords and other online retailers.

I want to get serious about selling my books, and this is one way I can do it. I would love to sell more paperbacks, but I’m still working out the nuts and bolts of advertising.

So watch this space…something big is happening here soon…

Formatting Lessons Learned

When I was home full time, I used a notebook as a ‘To Do list’, and I always felt like I’d accomplished something when I got things crossed off that list. Lately I’ve been wondering why I haven’t been as productive with my To Do list, and it’s taken me until now to work it out.

Yes, call me blond if you want, but the reason I haven’t been as productive is…wait for it… because I’m working again, so I don’t have all day to get tasks done. It was kind of a bolt out of the blue to come to this conclusion, then I chastised myself for not realising it sooner.

I’m very tough on myself, I try to hold myself in high esteem, but I also have to remember that I am only one person, trying to make my writing work for me, and not against me. Writing is something I love to do, and I don’t mind doing formatting etc to make my book look pretty. I used to follow India Drummond’s helpful tutorial on YouTube on how to format my print book, but when I went in there recently…It’s gone! And instead of an hour that it normally took me to do formatting, I spent six days nutting it out myself, with help from a couple of downloaded templates. The thing is, I don’t want to cut and paste my book into a template. I’ve just spent a massive amount of time setting up the mirror margins and the type font etc. I don’t have time to cut and paste, but you know what? It would have been quicker.

One lesson I did learn, was to not use page breaks when I finish a chapter. Use a scene break. Have odd and even numbered page numbers, and learn how to break the pairing with the previous scene break. I have to say that I am pleased with the overall result, but it took me days of yelling at my laptop and cursing the internet for being dodgy at crucial moments, because it would decide that it needed to think before it would allow me to do something, and I was already five steps ahead. So I would have to be patient (something I don’t have a lot of) and let things do it’s thing, then try again.

The good news is, the ebook was a lot easier to format and was done in about an hour, and now, Finding Sam Healey is up for pre-order. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see how people find it. If you want a copy of the paperback, or ebook, let me know, you might get an early copy so that you can spread the word about this book.

Betwixt and Between

I’m in a weird space at the moment, between formatting a book, writing two and editing another, it’s one of those moments when you wonder if it is all worth it.

I listen to writing podcasts, and they say that there aren’t many who make money writing overnight, and I get that. But I will have 8 books published soon, and I’ve only made about $120 from them all, in total. ther the end.

I know that most writers don’t get a lot of money from writing, but is my writing that bad that I won’t make any money from it?

When I’d editing a story, I get to a point where it’s like – this is the worst thing I’ve ever written, why did I even bother, and then I get a note from my editor saying she loved how I pulled everything together in the end. Does that mean that the rest of the story is… well… crap?

No, it just means I’ve read it over about thirty million times, and the new sparkly glossy idea I had no longer carries the sheen that it had. Instead, it’s a polished diamond that will go out into the world.

And I know that the more books out there, the more money I will make, but if I make $100 in 10 years, does that mean it will be another 10 before I crack $1,000?

Don’t panic, I’m not giving up writing. My brain wouldn’t allow me to do that, but I do sometimes wonder if it is worthwhile trying to make some money out of it. At least I have another fourteen years until retirement. That’s if the age hasn’t been raised again by then.