"He was at his best when the going was good."
Good news!
BookGorilla.com has agreed to advertise my novel in November (far enough away that Pivot's new cover will already be added). In addition, it will be a "starred" novel, meaning that all individuals who signed up to receive notifications about horror books will see Pivot in the first 12 or 15 books listed. I am very excited! And interested to see where this goes. I will, of course, rant or rave about the results whenever the date comes to pass.
Currently my two other advertising targets are BookBub and eReader News Today. I'm not sure ENT will accept my novel because they are very exacting about barring anything graphic or with controversial material. Though "controversial" is subjective. At the same time, I'm not sure how one writes a horror book without containing either graphic or controversial material. I applied to them yesterday. We shall see what they say.
I have yet to apply to BookBub because I'm waiting for the new cover from Bookfly Designs. BookBub judges based on the cover of the novel, whereas BookGorilla (at least I think) does not. Best not to give BookBub a reason to reject me if I don't have to, so I am waiting.
I was told that I would have the first draft of the new cover for Pivot by the end of this week. That means it could be tomorrow or Friday when I get it. Has Christmas already arrived, or am I hallucinating from lack of sleep again? Wait... wait, yes. It's lack of sleep. Still excited.
Editing my thesis, it turns out, is a lot harder than actually writing it. My eyes are now rejecting the computer screen. I don't blame them. My thesis only had to be 65 pages long, and though I shot for 65 pages, it morphed into an unwieldy 120. I'm really not sure how this always happens, but 120 pages of editing is far more insanity-provoking than 65 pages. I'm almost nauseous.
Don't get me wrong. I love my thesis. The subject of it is trauma and its resolutions in television - specifically the television shows Boardwalk Empire, Breaking Bad, and Homeland. Whenever I finish it - if I ever do - I might post it on here for any poor soul who wants to fumble through Lacanian psychoanalysis. Oh my gosh, I hope my defense goes well. I never speak as well as I write, and even my writing isn't always coherent. One of the bars close to campus is going to receive a lot of business late November.
Also...
My Twilight Zone experience for this month is the following:
My Mother found an old paper from the World Trade Center dated December 26, 1974, addressed to a man with the same exact name as her husband and my father, located in the same office she now works. How strange is that?
I wanted to scan the paper and post it online, but she would not let me.
These are the sorts of experiences that make novels.
Also, there is the following... This is practically meaningless, but it makes me terribly happy. Anne Rice is one of my favorite authors ever. So, of course, I follow Anne Rice on Facebook. Well, one evening I saw a random article about a professor and author named David Gilmour, a man who says that he refuses to teach women or read books by women because they are inferior. Of course, I thought that Anne Rice might be interested in such an awful statement, and I posted it on her wall. I woke the next morning to find this:
That is one of the most fantastic things to wake up to.
I will end this post with my word of the day: paraprosdokian. If there ever was a word that denoted a cause coming AFTER the effect, this would be it, and it's lovely. "It's like God spilled a human." That is paraprosdokian.
BookGorilla.com has agreed to advertise my novel in November (far enough away that Pivot's new cover will already be added). In addition, it will be a "starred" novel, meaning that all individuals who signed up to receive notifications about horror books will see Pivot in the first 12 or 15 books listed. I am very excited! And interested to see where this goes. I will, of course, rant or rave about the results whenever the date comes to pass.
Currently my two other advertising targets are BookBub and eReader News Today. I'm not sure ENT will accept my novel because they are very exacting about barring anything graphic or with controversial material. Though "controversial" is subjective. At the same time, I'm not sure how one writes a horror book without containing either graphic or controversial material. I applied to them yesterday. We shall see what they say.
I have yet to apply to BookBub because I'm waiting for the new cover from Bookfly Designs. BookBub judges based on the cover of the novel, whereas BookGorilla (at least I think) does not. Best not to give BookBub a reason to reject me if I don't have to, so I am waiting.
I was told that I would have the first draft of the new cover for Pivot by the end of this week. That means it could be tomorrow or Friday when I get it. Has Christmas already arrived, or am I hallucinating from lack of sleep again? Wait... wait, yes. It's lack of sleep. Still excited.
Editing my thesis, it turns out, is a lot harder than actually writing it. My eyes are now rejecting the computer screen. I don't blame them. My thesis only had to be 65 pages long, and though I shot for 65 pages, it morphed into an unwieldy 120. I'm really not sure how this always happens, but 120 pages of editing is far more insanity-provoking than 65 pages. I'm almost nauseous.
Don't get me wrong. I love my thesis. The subject of it is trauma and its resolutions in television - specifically the television shows Boardwalk Empire, Breaking Bad, and Homeland. Whenever I finish it - if I ever do - I might post it on here for any poor soul who wants to fumble through Lacanian psychoanalysis. Oh my gosh, I hope my defense goes well. I never speak as well as I write, and even my writing isn't always coherent. One of the bars close to campus is going to receive a lot of business late November.
Also...
My Twilight Zone experience for this month is the following:
My Mother found an old paper from the World Trade Center dated December 26, 1974, addressed to a man with the same exact name as her husband and my father, located in the same office she now works. How strange is that?
I wanted to scan the paper and post it online, but she would not let me.
These are the sorts of experiences that make novels.
Also, there is the following... This is practically meaningless, but it makes me terribly happy. Anne Rice is one of my favorite authors ever. So, of course, I follow Anne Rice on Facebook. Well, one evening I saw a random article about a professor and author named David Gilmour, a man who says that he refuses to teach women or read books by women because they are inferior. Of course, I thought that Anne Rice might be interested in such an awful statement, and I posted it on her wall. I woke the next morning to find this:
That is one of the most fantastic things to wake up to.
I will end this post with my word of the day: paraprosdokian. If there ever was a word that denoted a cause coming AFTER the effect, this would be it, and it's lovely. "It's like God spilled a human." That is paraprosdokian.
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