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HOW TO PROMOTE YOUR NEW PAPERBACK

So you've written a new book coming out in paperback and Kindle



Twitter, FB, and Book Toursjust don't work like they used to.

 Especially if you do nothave a lot of internetfriends.
 So what do you do?
 1.) Look over your back list and make a few of the later ones 99 cents.
People will take a chance on 99 cents, and if they like how you write, they may take a chance on your latest.
2.) Put a link to your book in your email signature.
(I  would do that to mine, but I am cyber illiterate!) 
3.) Do a book signing at your local book store if you can wrangle it.
4.) Start dating Miley Cyrus 
(Hey, she dates either sex!)  
Ah, no. Some prices for success are too steep to pay!
5.) Have an audio book done for your novel.  Take a snippet of it and post it on your blog and YouTube.
In this fast-paced world, people can find time to listen on the road or exercising when they cannot for sitting down to read.
Ah, why am I talking about this?
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Because I have a new collection of short stories out in both paperback and Kindle editions.
 And soon, it will be out in audio as well.

 What I don't have are friends that will shout out my book!
Well, I do have the graciousT. Powell Coltrin  Now, I have to answer the questions she sent me to post on her blog http://journalingwoman.blogspot.com/  If any of you would like to help a harried rare blood courier in his Quixotic Quest to find an audience for his books, please comment down below.   Midnight might stop snickering at me if you do. :-)

MUSIC CAN WOUND or HEAL

Do you have a song that tugs and tears 
at your heart whenever you hear it?
Or a melody that sweeps you
 back into the past?

Long ago, it was joked by my friends that no matter how pretty a passing girl was, 

I only had eyes for Kathryn, my fiancée.

The song of that name became Our Song.  

The version by The Flamingos became the one we danced to.


 You see we took part in dance competitions, not for the pursuit of winning 

but simply for the thrill of dancingin one another's arms.

Until that chilling day when Kathryn's right foot began to drag.

A brain tumor.  
The night before the surgery, 
Kathryn insisted, despite her weakness and dragging foot, to dance to Our Song.


For the last time as it turned out.

I haven't danced since, and whenever I heard Our Song, I went dark inside.

But tonight, the song came on my computer via Pandora, and it no longer wounded but, in a sense, healed.

It came to me then, that what I had recently written in my WIP was true ... at least for me:

"One day, you will be driven to your knees 

not by the weight of your loss but by gratitude for what came before that loss.

 I will not lie to you. The ache will always be there, but not the emptiness, 

because to cling to the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of the love you were given.”


I believe our ability to create  and appreciate music  is at the center of  what it means to be human.
What do you think? 

I AM WILLIAM FAULKNER. I AM DEAD. YET I DID NOT DIE.

*
I am William Faulkner. I am dead.

Yet I did not die.

I, like so many who did not believe in an afterlife,

live here in the jazz club, Meilori’s.

Meilori’s :

the center, the focus, the hub; sitting looming in the center of the French Quarter’s circumference like a single cloud in its ring of horizon,

laying its vast shadow to the uttermost rim of horizon; musing, brooding, symbolic and imponderable, tall as clouds, solid as rock,

dominating all: protector of the weak, judge and curb of the passions and lusts, repository and guardian of the aspirations and hopes of the helpless.

Here, I find myself standing outside the window of the storefront of humanity, still observing as a writer but unable to reach out and touch with fingers of new prose.

Except through Roland’s kindness.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained that by now we can almost bear it. Of course there are still problems of the spirit. Yet one question looms above all:

When will I be harshly killed?

By terrorist plot,

by Nature’s increasingly hostile hand,

or by the cruel strangulation of mishandled economics.

Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing

because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat of wresting something from nothing.

You must learn them again.

You must teach yourself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

And teaching yourself that,

forget it forever,

leaving no room in your writing for anything but the old truths of the heart,

the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice.

Until you do so, you labor under a curse.

You write not of love but of lust,

of defeats in which no one loses anything of value,

of victories without hope and,

worst of all, without pity or compassion. Your griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars.

You write not of the heart but of the sex glands.

I remember that night in Meilori’s when McCord and I talked.

How words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly living goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other.

That sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they have forgotten the words.

Forgotten the words by being too busy living them.

So write those words in your prose.

Write them so that others may prove their truth by living them,

And in so doing, forgetting them as they forget they are breathing.
*Photo 1954 by Carl Van Vechten

As the restrictions on this collection expired in 1986, the Library of Congress believes this image is in the public domain.

However, the Carl Van Vechten estate has asked that use of Van Vechten's photographs "preserve the integrity" of his work, i.e, that photographs not be colorized or cropped, and that proper credit is given to the photographer.

Such has been respectfully done. 
 ***

Move Over Les Misérables

PREDATOR the MUSICAL is here!
 

The KEY to WRITING

THE KEY TO WRITING  is found in 
SELFIES
No, really.
Why people read is linked to why people take selfies.
The readers project themselves into the life of the protagonist.  
They see themselves through the eyes of their thoughts and actions.
Like they choose to post the selfies that project the image by which they wished to be seen,
 they pick the characters whose lives they wish to vicariously live.
If Kim asks herself really honestly why she takes her selfies,
 she’d say it’s part of showing everyone Brand Kardashian. 
'This is what I look like (after a bit of photoshopping) 
and this is how I spend my time (obviously I’ll have chosen the coolest thing I’ve done all week).'


 Dr Terri Apter, psychology lecturer at Cambridge University, 
says taking selfies is all about people trying to figure out who they are and project this to other people. 
“It’s a kind of self-definition,” says Dr Apter.  
“We all like the idea of being sort of in control of our image and getting attention, 
being noticed, being part of the culture.” 


Reading fiction draws people who wish to live vicariously through the characters' lives ...
to be as witty, as charming, as brave, as capable as those characters or 
endure struggles, becoming as successful and triumphant in the end as the heroes.

It is much like why audiences are drawn to apocalyptic dramas, 
imagining they could survive like the actors.

We often read to lose ourselves in the lives of people we wish we could become.  
Many lifelong readers read simply because reading makes them feel good, or because it's familiar. 
Many famous novelists confess to being steered towards books 
by a single transformative reading experience during adolescence.

When writing our book, we should ask ourselves where do our prospective readers want to go and why ...

and get them there in the most entertaining way possible.

 HOW IS YOUR WRITING GOING?

FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS PRESENT TENSE

I heard sobbing at work today.
Not crying. 
To me, crying is surface pain. 
Sobbing is heart-deep.
A dying friend.  No one at work seemingly understanding.  I understood.
I had been there.


"ALONE
Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.” - Stephen King

What happens when we lose a close friend?

Sadly, this form of loss is not always acknowledged or understood. 



What did Mark Twain write?
“Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.”

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Realize you've taken quite a hit.
Healing from it will take time.  Day by day the wound will close. 
Let yourself grieve. 
The emptiness will stay with you for awhile. 
Nights are long, but THEY ARE NOT FOREVER.

Realize there are no "7 Easy Steps To Healing"
You hurt. Period. How long? 
Each of us heals at a different rate.
Society just does not get it that the loss of a friend is like an invisible amputation. 
Many people suck and are so self-focused that your worth to them is what you can do FOR them .
Not the other way around.
Others may not acknowledge the depth of your relationship, 
but it is important you remember that you have every right to the grief and devastation you feel.

FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS PRESENT TENSE

Remember that emptiness I talked about earlier? 
It slowly gets filled with memories of your friend, your friend's words, jokes, and advice.
Sometimes you will almost feel their presence by your side, chiding or talking with you.
It will get so that when you come upon a confounding situation,
you will hear your friend's advice or critique of it.

Close friends become a part of you. 
You know how they felt about life. 
Their remembered laughter in the night will make it not so dark.
It will take a while to get there ... but you will.
I know.  I did.

SURVIVAL KEY

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

A World of Con Men, Spies, Politicians, and Double Crossers

The New York Times once called Ross Thomas  "America's Best Storyteller."
 The New Yorker has said  "Very few... are as consistently entertaining... even fewer can match him  for style and power."
 Stephen King called Thomas  “the Jane Austen of political espionage.”  Best of all, each of his books, despite the cynicism,makes you laugh and have a fun ride.  Think Elmore Leonard writes Fargo.
I discovered him by this trailer:
Nobody wrote scoundrels the way Ross Thomas could. His heroes all had checkered pasts, though often with a Bogartian streak that led them to do the right thing against their own self-interest.  His villains were a spectacular assortment of con men, spies, shady politicians, corrupt cops, wheelers, dealers, fixers, and schemers.  His complex plots often revolved around political intrigue and backroom chicanery  leading to sudden violence, and featured double-, triple-, or quadruple-crosses,  so much so that it might not be until the very end that you knew exactly who had done what to whom.  But you knew you had a FUN read.   At the core of his books were witty dialogue and friendship as with    Cast a Yellow Shadow:  Mac McCorkle, Book 2  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B005PFN77I/ (Only $9 for a great audio book!)      https://www.amazon.com/dp/B003KVKRGS/
His debut novel, The Cold War Swap, was written in only six weeks and won a 1967 Edgar Award for Best First Novel.
THE COLD WAR SWAP is a look into a period most readers won't remember (post War Germany) which also makes it 'new.'
Many people have thought there was a fair amount of spook-related activity sprinkled in amongst all Ross' traveling and managing and consulting.
 Thomas himself would only admit to being a “former civil servant.” 
His wife, when asked about it point-blank, simply smiled and said, “Not that he told me.”

  So pick up one of his books,  and prepare to join Ross Thomas's  legions of admiring fans.

IWSG Post_The Hidden Pennies Indy Book Effect

When Annie Dillard was six growing up in Pittsburgh, 

she used to take a precious penny and hide it for someone else to find.

She would cradle it at the roots of a sycamore or 

in the hole left by a chipped out piece of sidewalk or some other hidden place.

Then, she would take a piece of chalk and draw huge arrows leading to it from either end of the block.

When she learned to write, little Annie would label the arrows: 

SURPRISE AHEAD or TREASURE.
As she would draw the arrows, 

she would be greatly excited at the thought of the look on the happy face of the lucky discoverer of her precious penny.


She would never lurk about waiting to see who it was.

It was enough just to know of the pleasure she was giving some lucky stranger.


And her imagination provided much more pleasure than the actual reality of seeing those faces I would suppose.

 Life is like that



How many lonely people do we pass 

that believe that they have drawn obvious arrows to the hidden treasure that they are?

Do they wonder why no one finds them?

Each person in our lives is a hidden penny ...

precious like Annie's penny, for they are all they possess of worth.

In a similar fashion, even our least read Indy Book

can become a needful Hidden Penny

to a browsing reader who finds surcease or solace in our hardly read book.

So, writer feeling unappreciated, take Heart:
  
Your book may prove a balm  to a lonely soul.  


“All great and precious things are lonely.” - John Steinbeck
Have You Ever Been  A Hidden Penny?