Cat Grant's Blog: Memoirs of an Amnesiac - Posts Tagged "weird-dreams"
Disneyland of the subconscious.
I've been having some really weird-ass dreams lately. Strange, acid-trippy stuff.
Last night I dreamed I was sitting in a critique group while World War II raged outside. (We were all huddled in this cramped, freezing attic a la Anne Frank.)
So, I'm getting my prose ripped apart while Nazis march through the streets outside. Let's not examine that too closely, okay? Obviously my subconscious is having way too much fun screwing with me.
In other news...waiting on edits for Courtland #5, still working on that hot gay Navy SEAL book with LA Witt, and just started my MMA fighter book.
Oh, and Flawless, the last book in my Irresistible Attraction series is coming April 22nd from Riptide.
I'm hoping to get Courtland #5 out sometime in May or June, but this time I'm planning to try something different with the promo - aka, doing as little as possible.
Cuz, y'see, I have a theory that, unless you're a big name, promo doesn't really work. My blog tour for The Arrangement garnered very little response - in fact, I'm still waiting for one of my giveaway winners to claim her prize.
So Courtland #5's going promo-lite. Sure, I'll announce when it's released at all my usual haunts - here, Facebook, Twitter, my website. I'll send out review copies. But no blog tour this time. No giveaways. No huckstering, no arm-twisting.
Cuz, y'see, I have this other theory that writing new books does more to sell the books you've already published than any promo tour. Whenever I discover a new author, I immediately want to read everything else he/she's written. So that's what I'm doing here. No more of the hard-sell. Release new books into the wild and let them sink or swim on their own merits.
Let the front list drive the back list. Turn off the internal editor and just write - I can always fix it later.
And on that note, back to my MMA fighters. :)
Last night I dreamed I was sitting in a critique group while World War II raged outside. (We were all huddled in this cramped, freezing attic a la Anne Frank.)
So, I'm getting my prose ripped apart while Nazis march through the streets outside. Let's not examine that too closely, okay? Obviously my subconscious is having way too much fun screwing with me.
In other news...waiting on edits for Courtland #5, still working on that hot gay Navy SEAL book with LA Witt, and just started my MMA fighter book.
Oh, and Flawless, the last book in my Irresistible Attraction series is coming April 22nd from Riptide.
I'm hoping to get Courtland #5 out sometime in May or June, but this time I'm planning to try something different with the promo - aka, doing as little as possible.
Cuz, y'see, I have a theory that, unless you're a big name, promo doesn't really work. My blog tour for The Arrangement garnered very little response - in fact, I'm still waiting for one of my giveaway winners to claim her prize.
So Courtland #5's going promo-lite. Sure, I'll announce when it's released at all my usual haunts - here, Facebook, Twitter, my website. I'll send out review copies. But no blog tour this time. No giveaways. No huckstering, no arm-twisting.
Cuz, y'see, I have this other theory that writing new books does more to sell the books you've already published than any promo tour. Whenever I discover a new author, I immediately want to read everything else he/she's written. So that's what I'm doing here. No more of the hard-sell. Release new books into the wild and let them sink or swim on their own merits.
Let the front list drive the back list. Turn off the internal editor and just write - I can always fix it later.
And on that note, back to my MMA fighters. :)
