I’m blind, see…

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I was excited to publish the introduction to I,Gabriel this week – until a typo was pointed out to me via twitter.

A typo on page… 1

On page blinking ONE!

What then lies within? What other horrors or howlers await my readers?

Some scorn and derision can still be metered out to self-published authors and their books; so huge care is required for such novels to gain any credibility and avoiding typos is essential.

And a bad start for I,Gabriel, then.

Typos are a particular issue for me. Nikki is convinced that I must suffer from some sort of visual impairment. As though my brain knows what I am wanting to say (write) and it tricks my eyes in to seeing what I imagine is written and not what is actually written.

With this in mind, I have been scrupulous in checking I,Gabriel and I have had other eyes on it also. Before uploading the manuscript to the various platforms, I confidently announced to Nikki that it is perfect and error free. Typo-wise, at least. Nikki did one of her frowns. The same frown she calls on when I announce that this book could be the one. The breakthrough.

And so it proves – her doubting frown was well placed.

I will make the correction in the manuscript – but not in time for the first batch of copies of the novel, that I guess are being printed now, ready for dispatch on Monday – and no doubt, there are other errant typos also lurking within. Perhaps, readers can spot them as they go and alert me via this site?

So my apologies I guess and I hope that it/they don’t detract from your enjoyment.

And for the pedants amongst you – I reproduce the intro here again – and this time – error free baby…

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INTRODUCTION

Hello, my name is Gabriel Webber.

I am many things in life, including a boobs man which is a dangerous admission but there are reasons for such candour and will become clear soon enough.

I should not be here. By rights, I should be dead and yet I don’t feel blessed or fortunate for being spared. This sounds ungrateful, I know and for this I feel ashamed. (The this in the sentence actually reads the in the novel. Doh!)

As I write, I am in a heightened state of excitement but also deep sadness and anxiety. In truth, I am lost. I am looking to find my way again and I hope that you might accompany me.

Really, I should begin with an apology: that I am not a writer and nor do I know what this is. A novel perhaps, an essay, a piece of journalism or even a case study. I do not know and I do not particularly care since it is not so important. What is important however is this story; a story I have no option but to tell. A book I am compelled to write. I would have preferred if it could have been written for me in the way that other (great) lives are chronicled. Not that I am so lazy, although this is a factor, but more because I am not a man of words. I did enquire about hiring a scribe, but after meeting a few charlatans I realised that my instincts were correct and that I must write it myself. There is another more curious reason why I must be at the helm, but more of this later and throughout. In truth, I haven’t all the answers myself as yet and I am hoping for enlightenment as I write. A catharsis for me then and, I hope, for us all.

I hope so, as, I write what I suppose is my autobiography. By any comparisons it is an extraordinary life and doing it justice is a formidable challenge. A task made more onerous since I am writing in the first person and by modern standards, I am afraid that I am not a very likeable man.

It is an advantage for any story if the hero and narrator is relatable and likeable; easy to admire? This is not the case here. Although people admire me, they do not like me. I know this because, the internet being what it is, they tell me. I am a man of great accomplishments but matched by my failings, all of which must be exposed if this book is to serve any real purpose for me and for my readers.

I used to have quirks and idiosyncrasies which were considered comic, but not any longer. This partly explains why I need to write this introduction. With modern sensitivities as they are, it can serve as a confession – but also a warning.

So, let this introduction serve also as a plea; to encourage my more delicate readers to set aside their pre-judgements so that they can complete this short but important work. It saved my life and I hope that it can save yours too. I am aware that this is some claim. And whilst I do have a highly refined sense of self and am prone to melodrama, I am not being dramatic in this instance, as you are about to discover.

You have my assurances that I will write with fearless honesty. A confessional of a brilliant but flawed man. Anything less is a waste of all our time. Fitting, too, because I consider it to be the greatest accomplishment in my esteemed life. My indelible mark on the world. Isn’t this what we all strive for?

As with anything worth achieving, writing a book is not an easy task. It requires much effort and courage and time is against me. These are troubled times and the moral of this story and its timing are prescient. Another lofty claim. Setting myself up to fail, perhaps? Well, read on and decide for yourself.

Someone once said, ‘never explain, nor apologise’. I don’t like this sentiment but I agree with it, although I concede that I have explained myself already in this introduction. However, I will not be apologising. Inevitably some will accuse me of being motivated by the income that accompanies a best-selling book, but I refute this. Even in my admission that avarice is my central failing and the kernel of this story, financial gain is not at play here. Something higher is at work which I have a heavy burden to understand and to share. The strong international sales and bountiful income (plus, no doubt, the film rights), whilst most welcome, are merely a bonus and almost a distraction.

This is a true story. A modern-day parable, worthy of Jesus Christ himself. Plenty of pretenders since then have laid claim to the second coming but not me. I am not God. I am just an ordinary man. Well, perhaps not so ordinary.

Finally, I will write with economy so that the message can quickly emerge. Less is more and ever more so as our attention spans diminish.

I, Gabriel is my gift to the world. No need to thank me. But do, please, tell your friends and loved ones.

 

 

 

6 Comments

  1. Pamela Buttke July 27, 2019
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    A very good friend of mine is also a published author. I have had helped him proofread his books prior to sending them to be printed. He always laugh because by the time I get them, they have been proofed by at least 3 people. I will still find typos! He calls me the typo queen! I’m in the currently reading your book “Open Links”.

    • admin July 28, 2019
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      Thanks Pamela – Open Links, I believe is typo free – or at least I have had no reports of any. A challenge for you then! A Man’s Life on the other hand… even it was professionally copy edited. My plans for this book is to republish it (typo free) and incorporating a very good note from a film producer when it was almost made in to a film. Almost – the word of my life. Thanks for coming to Open Links.

  2. Moira July 28, 2019
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    I would not stress too much on it. Every book I have read this year has a minimum of 1 typo in it. I think it is a new trend in writing.

    • admin July 28, 2019
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      A relief then…
      Yours is en-route. Hope you have fun with Gabriel

  3. Kimberly July 28, 2019
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    Actually, it happens to the best of us no matter how diligent we are. I think you could start a support group for authors that have are guilty of the wayward typos. I also have that problem where my brain fills in the spaces or the words when I’m trying to catch all the mistakes. It’s embarrassing how good I am at that. However, I have found that when I read through the chapters backward- starting with the last paragraph and working to the start of the chapter, I can catch more typos that way because you aren’t in the flow of the work. But it’s tedious. I wish you all the luck on the new release.

  4. Liz R July 29, 2019
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    I’ve read published novels that had a rouge error here and there; if it makes you feel any better, I think it takes more than the occasional wayward typo to pull someone out of a story.

    The biggest mistake I ever came across actually wasn’t just a typo, but a continuity error that I would consider fairly substantial, and it was in a novel written by a well-known author who has several books published.

    For my own writing, I find it helps to read it out loud in addition to in my head. I’ve been told that each of those methods uses a different part of our brain, so we’re more likely to catch errors if we edit both ways.

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