N. P. Ryan

Welcome. Pleased to meet you. Hope you enjoy your stay.

Skip to content
  • Home
  • About
  • Contact
  • Shop
  • Blog Feed
Search

Writing/Self-publishing

Things that might be better left unsaid

January 17, 2021January 22, 2021 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Hello.

Another double header this week; this time of stuff I wouldn’t normally post (and probably shouldn’t now).

Continue reading →

How to Make Writing First Person Narrations Easy as Baking a Cake (assuming you’re a really good baker)

August 2, 2020August 9, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / 4 Comments

Talking of cake; have I bitten off more than I can chew by not only giving out such thoughtful, valuable advice, but also in the form of poetry too? You be the judge: Continue reading →

What Value Reviews?

May 3, 2020September 24, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / 1 Comment

The last post looked at why reviews for products/services offered to self-publishers might be outright lies to not quite what they seem, and how to potentially spot them.

This post looks at reviews for books and the shady goings-ons that can equally be found involved with them too:

Continue reading →

Delving Deeper into Genuine or Lie

March 17, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

How positive reviews for self-publishing services and products are easily obtained without being genuine and neither an outright lie:

Continue reading →

The Numbers Have It

February 24, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

A brief analysis of the Twitter numbers belonging to the Predator account used as example in The Trouble with Twitter Continue reading →

The Trouble with Twitter

February 24, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Step one to understanding the value in self-publishing services and products.

On Twitter there’s a follow-for-follow ‘tactic’ used by many accounts.

They’re easy to spot, having almost equal numbers in follows and followers, and those numbers running into the thousands. Continue reading →

NOBODY Cares About Your Book!

February 17, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

After all the hours spent toiling over punctuation and grammar, never mind all the sleepless nights worrying about whether the plot’s as tight as a mouse’s arsehole, that’s a Hell of a statement to just fling in a budding author’s face. So let’s put the theory to the test: Continue reading →

The Great Formatting Swindle

February 16, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / 2 Comments

One burning question for anyone coming to self-publishing for the first time: how to format.

There is plenty of advice out there.

But which is the right way? Continue reading →

Categories

  • A Life of Crime vs. the Free Market (2)
  • All About Medusa (4)
  • Diary of a Mad Pest Controller (6)
  • Full Blog Feed (120)
  • Music (10)
    • General (4)
    • Reviews (6)
  • Odds & Sods (18)
  • vs. Poetry (75)
  • vs. Social Media (15)
    • Series (5)
    • Stand Alone (10)
  • Writing/Self-publishing (8)

Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

Recent Posts: N. P. Ryan

Park Life; walking with a monostich

Park Life; walking with a monostich

Beautiful today. Truly glorious. Bright winter sun; air chill, fresh and crisp; snow on the high hill sides. Then, in the midst of it all, to be stuck by a monostich that I couldn’t shake until home!

Songs T Taught Me and the Mystery of Charlie Chaplin

Songs T Taught Me and the Mystery of Charlie Chaplin

In the early 90s I worked London’s markets; the following is an account of true events:

Sentimentality and its awkward role in poetry

Sentimentality and its awkward role in poetry

Thoughts on the difficult emotion presented in the form of verse

My Tweets

All support for my artistic adventure is super appreciated. Thank you x

Copyright © N. P. Ryan 2021

  • Home
  • About
  • Contact
  • Shop
  • Blog Feed
Create a website or blog at WordPress.com
Cancel