Among the biggest challenges of unknown authors is how to—in the lexicon of Facebook—update their status; in other words, how to move from the realm of unknown writer into the marketplace where consumers seek out your work. It’s an on-going a conundrum: How does your book get known to people outside your most direct circle? … Continue reading
Category Archives: My Books
The Reality of Writing a Novel… and The Truth Returns
Once upon a time… Thus begins many a fairy tale. In my own convoluted history, I have started and not finished countless stories (and I’m just talking about the ones I’ve undertaken to write myself, not the books written by others that I never read to the end). Thus, when I finally finished a novel, … Continue reading
Self-Publishing Woes: Do As I Say, Not As I Do
Just in time for the holidays, my book finally came online. I purchased about 20 myself to give out as gifts and to use to pitch to local booksellers (not to mention reviewers). So, imagine my distress when I heard yesterday that there’s a duplicate paragraph in the “final” book. The only good thing about … Continue reading
Wrap It Up: 10 Great Things I Accomplished in 2012
Today I’m joining the folks over at the Weekly Writing Challenge and doing a year-end wrap up piece as my blog post today. While technically, there are two full weeks before the year is over, I’m guessing these folks over at The Daily Post aren’t taking any chances with that whole apocalypse thing. Or maybe … Continue reading
My About Face on Self-Publishing
I’m a bit of a writing snob. Okay, there. I said it. Here’s the thing: I went to college (several times, as it turns out), got a degree in journalism, worked for a daily paper, toiled in various communications jobs for 15 years. During that time, I watched my industry go by way of the … Continue reading
An Issue of Pseudonimity
Well, it’s here at last. My book! This is my first novel that I’ve managed to complete. The journey was not nearly as tumultuous as the books I hope to finish in the future. It took me less than three years (okay, it was two years, 49 weeks, but who’s counting?) to get the damn … Continue reading