I have always believed in the symbolism of ‘The Light’ with my faith. In my research to validate my viewpoint, I’ve found in the Bible multiple references to ‘The Light’ or ‘The Light of the World.’ The first chapter and first verses of Geneses are the initial sources.
“In the beginning, when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was the morning of the first day.”
Biblical scholars have varied interpretations of these five verses. I understand that the usage here of ‘The Light’ and its opposition to ‘The Darkness’ is symbolic of good and evil. Since God created the light, perhaps it means the ‘Spirit of God.’
Psalms 27:1, “The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear.
Isaiah 60:1 “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.”
In January 2019, I finished the draft of my first attempt at fiction. If you have followed me, you’ll remember that month I experienced my husband’s death. I put the writing on the shelf until the fall of 2021. With the assistance of my writing critique group, I began anew with the editing and rewriting process.
Eighteen months later, I am confident we are closer to the final version. In the hope of titillating and sparking some interest, I’m presenting a portion of a chapter from Bigoted Truths. As always, please give me your observations and suggestion in the comment area below.
Chapter Two
A friend of mine stopped smoking, drinking,
overeating and chasing women —
All at the same time.
It was a lovely funeral.
Unknown author
In high school, the coaches expected West Texas boys to play sports. Compared to Tommy Goodwin, my best friend, I wasn’t much of an athlete, but I played football and baseball. In my first two years of football, they had me playing left end of the bench. The coach put me in at least once a year, and he regretted it each time.
My senior year had me playing more, but with no more success. I played tight end, and after our second game, Tommy teased, “You’re supposed to block the defensive guys, not let them run over you. Hell, a tackling dummy would be better playing that position than you.”
“Shut up! I’m doing my best. If I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t be playing this stupid game.”
Scholastically, schoolwork came easy. I’d catch hell from Mom if I came home with something lower than an ‘A’ on my report card. “If you put as much effort into paying attention at school as you do playing around, you wouldn’t get them low grades.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” My interest lay in being popular and making my classmates laugh. I rarely dated girls in high school, but when we had an event like homecoming and the prom, I’d talk Tommy Goodwin into double dating. He felt sorry for me because of my shyness around girls.
Do we understand love and grief, and how might they be linked? Both emotions are all-consuming and seize us when we are least expecting. There are many types of love. but I’m talking about the shared love between two adults in a committed relationship. During my life, I have twice experienced love and grief.
There are hundreds of definitions of love, and not all apply to our individual phycological experience. I couldn’t find the source, but someone stated, “True love is a selfless act.” It’s when you continually put your significant other at the center of your existence.
The Songs of Solomon in the Old Testament of the Bible gave me another perception of what love is.
During the few years that I have studied the art of writing, one prominent piece of advice for novice writers is to “write what you know.” Following this guideline makes it easier to select a genre. You already have a foundation on which to build.
The first three books I wrote were memoirs, with each about a different period of my life. By being a familiar subject, the minimal research made it easier for me to focus on the skills of writing the narrative.
Currently, I’m working on my first attempt at fiction. When I started, I again took a life experience as my subject. In 1970, I attended mortuary school, and until 1981 worked as a licensed funeral director and embalmer. It seemed a natural and easy choice to use my mortuary profession as the primary subject of my plot. I followed famous writers such as Hemmingway, John Grissom, and Anne Rice, who utilized this technique.
I’m not the first person to recommend joining a writer’s critique group. A friend and a member of the group invited me and I’ve been attending for three years. I will tell you from experience as a novice writer, that it’s been a tremendous help. Often, it’s the incidental detail that I miss that can stand out and weaken my writing.
For example, I overuse adverbs. I’ll use duplicate words in a paragraph and not notice it. I’ll include excessive detail when it adds nothing of value to the chapter. I frequently use weak verbs and passive sentences. For me, the list goes on. Thank goodness I have the patience of my group members that point out these flays
One of the members of my critique group, and my guest, is Laura Boldin-Fournier. She’s an accomplished, and published writer of short stories and children’s books. Recently she has submitted one of her science-fiction short stories entitled, Poultry Mattersto Quantum Shorts’ flash fiction. This work is published on their website. Follow the above link for her latest entertaining piece.
I’ve allowed my blog website to go stale during the last three years. I found no desire or comfort by keeping it current. I quit following all those individual bloggers that inspired me, and I aspired to be one of them. I didn’t delete the links to my favorite writers, but their connections to me were lost in my absence.
Perhaps I should feel ashamed, but I’m not. Individuals who know me might say the absenteeism was justifiable. It doesn’t matter. I often wanted to return to what previously had been motivating and therapeutic. With any of my attempts, all I found was the blank screen. It’s an experience most writers have.
Although I abandoned my blog site, I continued writing. When I first joined the writing group, they assisted me in rewriting my first book, One Month, Twenty Days, and a Wake-Up. I released the second edition in July 2020. Currently, I’m working on my first attempt at writing fiction. Please watch for further discussion and announcements on its release.
I thought my desire for the world of blogging would return once my mourning ended. But my sadness hasn’t ended. What I’ve learned, there is no end to our grief. We don’t stop loving those we have lost, so why would we stop grieving for them. We don’t.
Christmas of 2018, I introduced a guest writer, Forest Riggs, with his Christmas short story.Forest isn’t a novice writer like myself, but a skilled writer who has written for several Texas magazines and newspapers in and around the Houston, Texas area. Recently, Forest released his new book Galveston – Memories & Related Stories. The book, published by Outskirts Press, is available on Amazon as a paperback or ebook. You also may purchase a copy through Barnes and Nobles, Ingram, Abe Books, eBay, and several local books stores in the Galveston and Houston area.
Here is a quote from the manuscript:
“The sand-covered oasis in the Gulf of Mexico represents an almost mythical and magical place, where man, nature, and Providence have come to the crossroads many times since its earliest beginnings.”
I’m a novice writer and I don’t claim to be an authority. This post, along with others, are my observations and reiterations of professional writers. I point out these pieces of information for other writers at my level to learn from my experiences and often errors.
I’m writing my first fiction manuscript. Creative writing has a diverse set of demands, just as non-fiction has. If we don’t meet these essential elements, our readers may quit after the first chapter. Many key areas in non-fiction, if included in fiction, turn off our audience.
For example, my first three books were memoirs. Providing my reader with basic information about myself is a requirement. They need to know my age, the topography and/or location where the events occur, and other details that support my story. This same information with fiction may not be relevant or may be too much (e.g., information dump).
For the last three years, I’ve worked on my first attempt at writing a fictional novel. In January 2019, I completed the first draft. Two friends volunteered to read it, and they both had similar opinions.
They liked the overall theme, but they stated it lacked character development and world-building. One said I didn’t give him a reason to follow the protagonist beyond the first chapter. Ouch! The other remarked that chapters got bogged down with detail, and it lost any identifying storyline. Double Ouch!
I put the manuscript on the virtual shelf and attempted to refocus my writing. About the same time, a critique writing group invited me to join. (If you never took part in a critique group, I highly recommend them.) Rather than tackle the fiction manuscript, I rewrote my first book, One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up. Once I finished that project, I came back to tackle the fiction manuscript.
After three chapters with the group, I was getting the same response as I had back in 2019. One individual referred to my chapters as nothing but an ‘information dump.’ Information dump! What is that?Then I read a blog post by K.M. Allan entitled “5 Ways to Avoid Information Dumping.” https://kmallan.com/2021/02/19/5-ways-to-avoid-info-dumping/Ah, huh, the light bulb came on.
Christopher Cervelloni, my editor with Blue Square Writer’s Group, didn’t call it ‘information dump.’ His classic example: “Sam drove home, got out of his car, walked to the front porch, unlocked the door, and entered the house.” He said, the reader can figure it out if you write, “Sam returned home.” I realize this is an overly simplified example. But it points out that as writers, we insult our readers when we overtly give them unsolicited detail (information dump).
Please use the link above to read the full post of Ms. Allan. In summary, she states the five most common mistakes and how to recognize the ‘info. dump.’:
Check the Starts
Manage the Monologuing
Drip It In and Stretch It Out
Fine-Tune the Dialogue
Make It Relevant
To show (hopefully) that I understand and have corrected my ‘info. Dump’ here is an example from my text; before and after.
Before:
“It was typical for funeral homes to have an apartment attached somewhere. Someone had to answer the phones twenty-four – seven. For our place, we lived in the apartment on the second floor. Our apartment was a two-bedrooms, one bath, a small living room/dining room combination. The kitchen was barely a kitchen, but Mom made use of what she had.
It was common for the funeral homes to resemble a southern colonial mansion. Ours was a white colonial with two-story pillars on either side of the entrance. The downstairs was larger than the upstairs. As you entered the main foyer…”
“The Chapel was located off to the right of the reception area and would seat one-hundred comfortably….”
“Off the foyer in the opposite direction of the chapel were two offices. One we used as our business office and Dad used the other as his office and where he brought families to make their arrangements….”
“Growing up, I had several classmates who had a morbid curiosity. To stop their stupid questions, I would tell them about the ghost or the dead bodies who walked around at night. Most the time that prevented them from bugging me…”
Even with the above, there was more detail that I spared you from reading. It is so obvious now, but when I wrote it, I thought most people knew nothing about the funeral homes and it was my job to educate them. Mm, something wrong with this picture.
After:
“I grew up living above the funeral home. I never thought it was odd living where I did. Several of my friends lived in the same building as their family-owned business. But there were those classmates who had a morbid curiosity. When they bothered me too much, I’d whisper in their ear, “The other night, I saw a ghost crawl out of the casket and walked out the front door.” Their eyes would get big, and their mouth hung open. It usually shut them up when they realized I was pulling their leg…”
I’m apprehensive to read the new chapters to my critique group. Hopefully, they will approve of the changes. Leave me a comment if you think I’ve got it. Don’t be shy telling me I still need to work on it.
My morning routine as I eat breakfast often includes watching Joe Scarborough, Morning Joe, on MSNBC. I’m not a fan of Joe, but his news program is revealing and informative. I find Joe long-winded, and he takes too long to make his point or allow his guest to respond. Frequently, Mika Brzezinski offsets him when he goes overboard. Their coverage of the national news is timely, and their interviews are efficient in understanding the topic.
This morning’s discussion became heated when the subject turned to Facebook and Twitter when Mika and Joe explained, “…they see Facebook and Twitter as ‘publishers,’ and such, they want the social media platforms to be held accountable by the same laws as news organization…”
They feel both social media platforms were negligent in monitoring and eliminating “misinformation,” and “disinformation.” Mika’s rant continued saying, “Perhaps there wouldn’t be people dead. Perhaps there wouldn’t be people following false scientific information about the coronavirus. Perhaps there wouldn’t have been some sort of insurrection at the Capitol that was promulgated all over your sites. Perhaps there wouldn’t have been so much hatred and disinformation. You have shown that it drops just by some random act that you decided to take at the last minute…”
Over the last week, I’ve fought the typical holiday blues. I recall the previous year, my first Christmas without my late husband. I’m dreading the upcoming holidays, knowing it will be a repeat of the previous. Compound the anxiety to include our fighting of the Covid pandemic, and to be safe, we need to shelter-in-place.
It would be so easy to succumb to depression. I very well could, and some would say I would have justification. Perhaps, but when I watch the news or look on the internet, I witness thousands of families suffering this year because of losing a family member or close friend to the Covid. Even as devastating this pandemic has been throughout the world, I can find a ray of hope and optimism that we can and will get through it together. I will do my part by staying home. I will thank God the virus has affected none of my family and friends. I will also pray for those that are victims.
I also remember many previous adverse holidays I have experienced. One of those Christmas came to mind, and I will share it with this post. The following I extracted from my book, One Month, Twenty Days, and a Wake-Up. After reading it, please leave me your comments. Please tell me how you are coping with the holiday blues.
I know I’m not alone when I state, 2020 has been a difficult year.Last spring, my grief for the loss of my late husband was somewhat under control. I was prepared to move forward, do some traveling, and seek out new adventures. The pandemic put a screeching halt to those plans.
This year I have gone through extended periods of depression, and my writing paid the price. My last blog was back in August. I’ve wanted to return to creative writing, but the motivation wasn’t there. I have also been neglectful in reading posts of those writers I follow or who have followed me in the past.
I didn’t totally abandon my writing. I completed and self-published the second edition of my book One Month, Twenty Days, and a Wake Up. But, I have been remiss about marketing strategies, and sales are flat. I continue attending my writing critique group, but we had to meet remotely using Zoom. I am working on the fourth book, but like everything else, I often ignored it.
This post is an attempt to motivate myself to return to writing. I’m challenging myself to put out blogs regularly and move forward on my next book project. Even with the numbers from the Covid crisis going up, there is a glitter of hope with the vaccines’ release. I pray for the rapid control of the pandemic and stop the deaths from around the world.
I don’t have an original Christmas Story, but I will repost one from a previous year. With this, I do wish those that follow my writing and those who might stumble onto it a Blessed Christmas. Have a safe and healthy New Year.
Several weeks ago, Hugh Roberts, the blogger of Hugh’s Views and News, invited me to write a guest post for his blog site. As a novice writer, anytime I’m featured on someone else’s post, I jump at the chance. When someone as renown as Hugh Roberts with all his following, it’s an honor to be asked.
Ever since I began my blog site, I’ve done my best to avoid writing about national politics. But, with the recent article in the Atlantic September 2, 2020 publication, I can’t remain silent. With Donald Trump rants on the men and women who are or have served in the military, he crossed the line for me. This is not something new or a one-time occurrence. These are a series of comments he has repeatedly made beginning before he became President.
The article states, “… When President Donald Trump canceled a visit to the Aisne-Marne American Cemetery near Paris in 2018, he blamed rain for the last-minute decision, saying that “the helicopter couldn’t fly” and that the Secret Service wouldn’t drive him there. Neither claim was true.
Trump rejected the idea of the visit because he feared his hair would become disheveled in the rain, and because he did not believe it important to honor American war dead, according to four people with firsthand knowledge of the discussion that day. In a conversation with senior staff members on the morning of the scheduled visit, Trump said, “Why should I go to that cemetery? It’s filled with losers.” In a separate conversation on the same trip, Trump referred to the more than 1,800 marines who lost their lives at Belleau Wood as “suckers” for getting killed…”
I found this post from someone I recently started following. We hear similar messages, but do we ever listen. This one comes with a great slogan, one that should pop into our head every time we hear the bigotry and partisanship that is so prevalent today.
If you are an Indie author or novice author like I am, having your writing and name promoted is a boost we don’t want to overlook. There are many ways to gain personal exposure. Having a blog website and posting regularly is one way. Reading and commenting on peer blog sites gains recognition and reader following. Promoting another Indie author on your website often leads to reciprocation. The professionals have a ton of suggestions, advice, and techniques to meet our objectives.
I have often seen promotions for a writing contest. There seems to be a proliferation of them covering every genre of writing. Daily, when I’m scanning the many blog post that I follow, I see their announcements. I frequently wish I had the time needed to write something original or unique to submit. But I’ve learned if you will invest the time in a contest that fits your style, you can get the recognition you seek. The ones that catch my attention aren’t the ones that offer only cash prizes; although, I wouldn’t refuse the money. I notice the ones that provide their anthology to include my writing.
If you win a cash prize only contest, after they make the announcement on the host site, and you spend the cash prize, that ends the acclamation. What does an anthology offer? An anthology doesn’t stop at the communique. Every time a reader sees and hopefully purchases the book, you get the desired effect.
Whether you’ve been following my recent post or not, you don’t want to make the same mistake I made. I didn’t know if I should update the original One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up book with the files of the 2nd edition or publish the 2nd as a separate book. I went on Amazon’s KDP Help pages for advice. Here’s what I found:
Under the subject title “Upload your book content,” it states, “… if your changes are significant, you must publish your book as a new edition…”
Under the subject title “Update your Manuscript,” it states, “… if it’s considered a new edition, you must publish it as a new book…”·
Sherry Meyer is a writer I follow, and she posted a piece that affirms how I have been feeling lately. Even when I have more than enough to occupy my day, I find means of avoiding my priorities. At the end of the day, I reprimand myself for my procrastination. I’m constantly fighting the loneliness for human contact. I have days my depression is elevated to the point I all but vegetate. While daily, I’m bombarded with negative narratives from TV and social media, it is hard to keep a positive attitude.
After reading Sherry’s post, I don’t feel so alone with my feelings. I believe if you take a minute to read it, you too may identify with her. It put a different light on our plight during this pandemic. Thank you, Sherry, for sharing your viewpoint.
I’m proud to announce that my 2nd Edition of One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up is now available on Amazon. I released it simultaneously in eBook and paperback format. I followed KDP’s recommendation of publishing it as a new book. Their advice, if the book has significantly changed, don’t update the older version, but release it separately.
My question now is, do the two books link somehow? The title didn’t change, just the cover and a good portion of the storyline. What is also obviously updated, the quality of the writing. What I will eventually do is delete the original book. But I don’t want to lose the complimentary reviews. I need to find out how you can move the reviews to the recent release.
The process of the rewrite began in April 2019. A friend invited me to go to the writer’s critique group he attended. They met twice monthly and asked their members to bring in original work to read and reviewed by the group. When I told them I had self-published three books, they invited me to return. My reply, “If you will help me rewrite my book on Vietnam, I will.”
Now, after fifteen months of hard work, I’m thrilled I have completed the project. Included in this post is the final version of the book blurb and the acknowledgment section from the book.
I am one step closer now in releasing the 2nd edition of One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up.If you’re a writer, you know the editing, and we never complete the changes. We’re never satisfied, but we have to stop at some point, or we would never publish or post our writing
Since I’m self-publishing this book, I’m required to format the manuscript for eBook and paperback formats. Each has its unique nuances. If the ultimate product has presentation errors, it is just as bad as being poorly written. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice to state; it is a painstaking and timely process.
I thought it might entertain you to share another section of the book. Instead of me copying a part and you reading it, I recorded it in hopes it might grab your attention. This is my first attempt at dabbling with a different medium.
I selected the introduction this time because it sets the temperament of the manuscript. I didn’t write this book to make any political statement, although I believe I did for the Vietnam Veteran. I wrote it to share a portion of my life that influenced and changed me. I wanted the reader to have an insight from my viewpoint into what it meant to be a PJ. I wanted people to know the sacrifices and risks my fellow PJs did to rescue and save lives. I wanted you to know that we risked all to fulfill our motto: “We do these things so that others may live.”
If you have followed my recent post, I’ve been discussing the release of the second edition of One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up. Each week I get closer to the release date, but the final steps include the process of formatting the manuscript for an e-book and paperback. For those like me that self-publish, we know that this is time-consuming and often a frustrating process.
In my last post, we discussed the importance of a book blurb. WRITING THE BOOK BLURB. I offered three examples of blurbs I wrote and asked for your opinion. I appreciate the advice of those that responded, and I agree with the majority. I’ve decided to use it with a minor modification.
This post, I’m using a pre-release marketing technique by revealing a section of the manuscript. Please click on the continue link and enjoy an area from the book. When done, leave me comments. Does it entice you to read more?
If we have or we are considering self-publishing a book, we know there’s more than writing the manuscript. With self-publishing, we do everything that a publishing company would do to market our book. With thousands of titles just on Amazon alone, it’s all about catching the reader’s attention.
If we are lucky to have our book placed in a prominent page within its genre, we still need that something special to shout at the reader, Read Me! A book cover can be synonymous with the retailer’s signs or logos. It is the first and perhaps the only thing a reader sees when they are selecting their next read. If our cover doesn’t grab them, the reader moves on. Experts tell us we have less than five seconds to gain the initial recognition.
If our covers catch their attention, the next essential criterion is our book blurb. We have a few more seconds or our first sentence of the blurb to tell the reader again, Read Me! If we have their interest raised, we need to hold it and continue to convince them they should read our book.
There are many do’s, and don’ts and I’ve found many blogs explaining the successful blurb. I’m not an expert, and I’m not writing this post to advise or instruct. I’m sharing my experience that a book blurb can make or break the marketability of our book. We spend our sweat, blood, and tears, getting the manuscript written. Potentially we can lose all those efforts if we write a weak blurb.
Those that follow me have heard me state I’m a novice writer but strive to improve my work. Recently, my editor returned the second edition of One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Upmanuscript. Along with his actual editing markups on the document, he also provides a separate report devoted to comments. Along with giving compliments to those areas he feels are strong, he provides statements of those areas that need strengthening.
I’m a storyteller and all three of my memoirs I wrote in first person POV. I write as if I was telling a friend my life story. In my efforts to have the reader experience the episode, often the detail not the story becomes central. Chris, my editor, pointed out I often overuse “Travel Verbs.” As he points out, excessive travel verbs weaken the writing and fatigues the reader.
“… Example 1: Bob pulled into his driveway, shut off his car, and opened the car door. He walked up to his front door, checked the mailbox mounted next to the door, and then unlocked the door and walked in. He trudged up the stairs to the second floor. He entered his bedroom, dropped his briefcase on the floor and fell into bed….”
This is an excessive example, but it gives you the idea. Since this post is about sharing a writing weakness, it is also about promoting the release of my second edition book. What better way than to show you some examples Chris found and the corrections I made. When it’s released, perhaps you might even want to read it.
I want to continue the discussion on the importance of having your manuscript edited by a professional. Reviewers of your work, especially those who have no invested friendship, can and will be brutally honest. You should value their input even when you don’t agree with their opinion.
In my case, some of the reviewers took issue with the accuracy of the events I depicted. Even when the book was classified as fiction based on actual events, the individuals felt it should be factual.
Example:
“A lot of inaccuracies aside from what … pointed out. There are many Special Forces guys who would take issue with classifying PJ’s as Special Forces. SF is technically reserved for counter insurgents known as Green Berets. A more apt term for PJ’s would be Special Operations where they were assigned specifically to in Vietnam…”
I agree with this reviewer the Air Force classified PJs as “Special Operations” Combat Controllers were part of the Air Force’s Special Operations. They trained at some of the same Special Forces training schools as Pararescue. During Vietnam, Combat Controllers were identified by the blue beret they wore. The 37th ARRS depicted was a squadron assigned under Air Combat Command 23rd Air Force Headquarters.
Ever since I released One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake Up, it has baffled me why this book outsells my other two. The subject matter must be the reason because it’s not that it is a better-written manuscript. You’ve heard me admit several times, that I made the big mistake by not professionally editing the book before publishing.
Last year, I joined a writer’s critique group. I told the group, if they helped me rewrite my first book, I would join. Not only did the group agree, but they challenged me to finish the rewrite using their input. We began the process, but because of the virus, the library where we met shut down. We were only able to complete eight chapters. Utilizing the group’s guidance, I have now completed the manuscript.
I learned my lesson on the first edition; the second is now at my editors. I anticipate self-publishing it with Amazon with the release coming sometime in June. If the first one has continually sold, perhaps the second edition will sell better.
Below are a few reviews that illustrate why I took on the project of rewriting the manuscript. I can have the worse of the negative reviews removed, but I leave them up to remind myself of my errant ways.
I complained that my second book (What Did I Do?) was selling while my first (One Month, 20 Days, and a Wake UP) was. I revealed that with the first, I hadn’t used an editor. I had received negative reviews. Rather than send the book to an editor, I tried using editing software, specifically ProWritingAid.
Fast forward to 2019, where I joined a writer’s critique group. I was hesitant to join, but told the group, if they helped me rewrite my first book, I would join. Not only did the group agree, but they challenged me to finish the rewrite using their input.
When I joined the group, we would average four or five attendees. We could go over a chapter in two meetings. As months passed, the group expanded to where we had over ten individuals come. To allow everyone to present their material, we had to shorten our pages we shared to four or five. Now it was taking me two or more months to complete a chapter.
As writers, when we post something, we hope someone takes the time to read it. Good bloggers draw attention to their work, and they have hundreds of followers. Those prominent individuals didn’t get there overnight. It took months, if not years, to gain their notoriety and followings.
Some professionals market their services, helping us compete with setting up our website, and enhancing our Click Through Rate (CTR). It’s a numbers game on the internet, and to be competitive, we need to pay attention to the algorithms that drive it. The average CTR for search networks (engines) is 1.91%, while for display ads, it’s 0.35%. The individuals that track blog CTR say if we can obtain 1.0%, we are doing great and above average.
Writing for me is a hobby, and I’m not interested in competing with successful bloggers. I am interested in improving my writing and having peers comment on my posts. To get individuals to come and read my work, I need to gain their attention.
In the last 25 years of my career, I was the Budget Manager for a division of my county in SE, Florida. Every year I produced a budget document that explained to the public our mission and showed how we used the taxpayers’ money. Financial documents aren’t something the average person wants to read. But I learned tricks of the trade to make my material more attractive and I won awards from government financial associations
It’s now been fifteen months since I lost my husband. There were so many times I didn’t know how I would overcome my grief. What I learned was I have an instinct to survive and more inner strength than I realized. What I quickly learned was to use my friends when things got tough.
I’ve said it, you might have too, “If you need anything, let me know.” Or, “Call me if I can help.” When people said these things to me, I didn’t take them seriously. Oh yeah, they’re saying this to be polite. When after having a series of dark days, I picked up the phone and called one of my friends. I learned they were serious and gladly came to my rescue.
Sometimes all I needed was to have a conversation with someone other than my cat. Other times I needed companionship to get out of the house. I learned friends delight in helping. They didn’t know what to say or how to help. All they needed was for me to ask.
I got through that period of helplessness and indecisiveness. I learned grief wasn’t something I got over; I learned to live with it. I learned that grief brought meaning to my life and the ability to smile at the memories.
If when that someday comes you lose that special person in your life, remember me. Remember when everything seems out-of-balance, your emotional strength will put the world back into perspective. Life as you knew it changes, but you can accept it. Rely on your inner instinct and don’t forget your friends. This is a life journey we all make, but you will learn things about yourself you didn’t know before.
During the last few months, Sally Cronin has selected previously featured writer, bloggers and authors’ and featured something from their archives. This is week three of four where Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine is featuring a blog post from my past.
Even when we have never met, Sally has become a friend and a supporter of my writing. Over the last few months I havn’t been active with my blogging and writing, yet Sally continued her caring support. Thank you,Sally, and HUGS.
During the last few months, Sally Cronin has selected previously featured writer, bloggers and authors’ and featured something from their archives. This is week two of four where Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine is featuring a blog post from my past.
Even when we have never met, Sally has become a friend and a supporter of my writing. Over the last few months I havn’t been active with my blogging and writing, yet Sally continued her caring support. Thank you,Sally, and HUGS.
I again have the honor of being featured on Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine. During the last few months, Sally has selected previously featured writer, bloggers and authors’ post from their archives. Over the next four weeks, Sally is featuring some of my previous post she has selected as worthwhile.
Even when we have never met, Sally has become a friend and a supporter of my writing. Even when over the last few months I havn’t been active with my blogging and writing, Sally continued her caring support. I again feel a debt of gratitude for her caring friendship. HUGS Sally.
It is approaching five months since my husband Anthony died, and I have gone through several phases or steps in the grief process. My rationale tells me there’s much more to go. With each grief stage, it’s a discovery of my strengths but also my vulnerabilities. Somedays, while in the bedroom, I look at his picture and converse with him. While other days his eyes look straight into my soul and making it impossible to stay in the room.
In the past, what has been difficult to the point of evading, is now an objective I seek. When with a friend in conversation or something happens to sparks a memory of Anthony, it’s now an enthusiastic response to share those moments. It doesn’t bring a tear, but it’s a giggle or a burst of hearty laughter. When previously alone at night I watched something mindless on TV as a means of avoidance. Now I like to fill those quiet moments thinking back of those beautiful memories we made together.
One pleasure I receive by blogging and following other writer’s blogs is you often read a post that is so memorable you have to share it. I read one this morning and it’s a must to reblog.
Andrew Joyce is the writer and blogger of this post. Andrew is someone I have been following and admiring his talent as a writer. He also has a colorful personality and a down to earth opinion on life itself. I’m not judgemental, but this post went beyond anything I had previously read of Andrew’s writing. It only deepens my admiration for his talents as a writer.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Follow the link below to his blog site and this post.
One the bloggers I follow is doing a series on “How to…” This weeks post is encouraging WordPress user to use Gutenberg editor system. Take you thumb out of your mouth and give it a try. It is way more powerful and once you start using it regularily it is easier than the classic editor WordPress used before.
Follow the link to Hugh Roberts post and then give Gutenberg a try.
It’s now five weeks since I lost my husband, Anthony. He was the love of my life and the center of my world. For me, the world stopped that day, yet life all around me continued. I couldn’t understand why; didn’t the world see my pain?
With help from friends and especially individuals at our church, I am looking at our changing world knowing I need to join it. I love the expression, God doesn’t put something in your life if He doesn’t think you are strong enough to get through it. If he brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
I fill my days with the many personal details one must do when you lose a spouse. It keeps me distracted, and I don’t dwell on the loss. Yet it is at night when all is quiet the pain is at its worse. It is those times I turn to prayer and God gives me the strength to cope.
For those that follow me on social media, you have seen my announcement. Those who follow me here, it is with a broken heart that I share with you the loss of my husband, my soul mate, and the love of my life. Anthony and I had been together for over thirty-five years. We had become so conjoined in our lives it was difficult to see where mine ended, and he began. Now I search for my own identity with the dependent part missing.
Anthony was the type person we all have met at one time in our life. Everywhere we went, when he entered, the room lite up with smiles, fun, and laughter. He was the entertainer and the central focus where ever he went. Not in a selfish way, but he felt it was his role to bring happiness. When we attended church, it took ten minutes for him to make it to our pew. He stopped, greeted everyone, and gave his hugs. He would say, “Many of our congregation members live alone, and the only hug they receive is the hugs they got when they came to church. I’m going to make sure everyone gets their hug.”
Anthony was an organist at a professional level. His forte was Theater Organ although he also played at our church. In our home is a large theater organ and I had the joy of listening to him play daily. He played with passion and emotion and made his music resonate throughout our home. Anthony was at his happiest when he played his show tunes.
My life was so enriched from the day I met him. Life does move on, but at this time I don’t understand how. I take each hour and each day attempting to absorb and accept my loss. What does bring me comfort are the stories my friends share how he brought happiness into their lives. God blessed me with a man who was full of love, and he unselfishly gave it to all he met.
My weekly post on sharing my book will take a sabbatical. I will pop in periodically to view and make comments. I thank you for your support, and I ask for your prayers.
If you like murder mysteries, and who doesn’t, then you need to read Mae Clair’s new release End of Day, Hoed’s Hill Series.This book is Mae’s second in these mystery tales. Follow the link below to read details about both books. From the Pen of Mae Clair
“If [J. D.] Vance’s memoir offered street-heroin-grade drama, [Tara] Westover’s is carfentanil, the stuff that tranquilizes elephants. The extremity of Westover’s upbringing emerges gradually through her telling, which only makes the telling more alluring and harrowing. . . . By the end, Westover has somehow managed not only to capture her unsurpassable exceptional upbringing, but to make her current situation seem not so exceptional at all, and resonant for many others.”—The New York Times Book Review
When a book makes the New York Times Best Seller, I take notice. I don’t have the opportunity to read all best sellers, but they are on my ‘to be read list.’ If you are an author or blogger, you know reading is one of the best ways to enhance your writing. Experts tell us to read books within our genre. I’ve read and reviewed several memoirs and Educated ranks high on my list.
One of my previous guest writers has been my good friend for years, Bernadette Inclan. She is one of the individuals who encouraged me to write my memoirs. I have shared several of her pieces, but the latest was back in October of this year entitled “That Particular Night”.
I posted her Christmas short story last year, and it gives me pleasure to share it with you again. It took me back to my childhood sharing the mystery, and the true meaning of Christmas.
Christmas Short Story Party – Guest Post by Ellen Best
I was thrilled when Ellen Best accepted my invitation to contribute a Christmas Short Story. Ellen is a blogger who I met through Hugh Roberts (Hugh’s View and News). She is a writer and blogger from East Anglia, England in the United Kingdom. She is married, and they live in a converted Victorian school house. In January they are excited to add a rescue puppy to their household. Her husband affectionately told her not to forget to tell everyone she is fun, bonkers, and as mad as a guest at Alice in Wonderland’s Tea Party. They have four adult children who are providing grandchildren at a faster pace than they anticipated.
Christmas in Spain is a month-long party consisting of numerous fiestas, parades, fireworks, brass bands, markets, and food, lots of food. The first weekend in December is the official start of the Christmas season and it doesn´t take us long to get into the festive spirit. We live near Torrevieja where the season starts with a number of events celebrating the town’s Patronal Fiesta, dedicated to the patron saint, Inmaculada Concepción.
We start the celebrations by meeting a friend at The Casino for a drink and tapas on the first Saturday evening of the month. The Casino is not a place to gamble but rather a social club to meet friends, attend concerts and listen to lectures. It is elegant, comfortable and tastefully decorated for Christmas. It is also central to many of the events.
Painfully crawling across the cold, wooden floor, he thought I must get to the trunk. The trunk. If I can just reach the trunk, this pain will end.”
Please allow me to present myself. My name is Osgood Merriweather, yes, one of those oddball names where both sound like last names. It has been confusing for me and for others my entire life, and that is now 62 years! I have lived with this curse of a name since my birth, however, somewhere along the way, I became simply Ozzie. For all practical purposes, it was much easier and afforded less confusion in school and other places where a first and last name are required in tandem.
On this chilly Christmas Eve and while snuggled in my easy chair with a glass of good cognac, I am reminded of a strange incident that occurred some many years ago. I know this to be true because it happened to me. I have never told the story to anyone and for the most part, I have kept it tucked away in the webbed catacombs of my mind, only to surface now and then and usually around Christmas time. The recalling of this buried memory is usually brought about by my hearing a Christmas carol or seeing an image of Santa Claus, but usually, it is the swirling motions of thousands of tiny plastic snowflakes, trapped inside a glass bubble and whirling about some holiday scene when shaken. If I stare deeply into the globe and watch the white droplets fall and highlight the items within, I am taken back to that unusual Christmas Eve many years ago and what I discovered, or should I say, uncovered.
On December 4, I announced I wanted to promote any of my followers and those that had promoted me during the year. I requested that you send me a short story, either original or something written previously. Link to the previous post
I got a few responses and I will begin posting them next week. There is still time to submit something and I urge you to join the party.
To get the party kicked off, I am posting a short story I wrote a few years ago when I was taking an online writing course. It might sound familiar to anyone who has read One Month, Twenty Days, and a Wakeup. It was extracted from the manuscript prior to its publishing.
Three years ago, I was welcomed into the WordPress writer’s community. I was a novice writer and in my opinion, I remain a novice. Yet I was welcomed into this writer, blogger group of experienced and professional authors and bloggers. An intricate agenda is to help and promote each other’s work. An equal unwritten goal is to provide a source of information and guidance on the multitude of subjects to enhance our skills or marketing of our endeavors. In essence, to be an accepted member of the group, you need to contribute to its success.
The holiday and Christmas season is upon us and I am requesting not only my WordPress community but anyone that follows my website to send me a short story or Christmas blog piece they have written. It doesn’t have to be anything original, it can be something you wrote previously that you would like to share again. I already have a terrific story submitted from a new source, but I need more. It’s my turn to reciprocate to each of you that have promoted my efforts. Allow me to post your writing that exemplifies the Christmas season.
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Here is a good example I found today. It brought me back to my childhood when we lived in Iowa. Follow the link below for a fun read.
Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord this Christmas season is featuring authors she has previously promoted at her Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore. Today my book is one of the four memoirs she is featuring. If you are looking for an excellent book to give to someone for the holidays, check these suggestions from Sally.
I hope no one has had a similar experience as I had yesterday (11/14). I woke up to my blog site down. I’ve had it happen before, but not since I upgraded to a premium theme. Any time before, the site would be down less than an hour. I always got an email giving me notice.
Yesterday was totally different, and I feared I had lost my site to a hacker or some viral attack. When I attempted to log in, I got a page containing a series of error messages. They looked greek to me, and I quickly panicked.
Since June, I’ve been talking about venturing into a new genre with my writing. All three of my books were memoirs even when I promoted them as fiction based on my life events. These books I had promised myself and closest friends I would write. Now that they are completed, it’s time to move on.
August of 2017, I wrote a post based on an actual event from my short career as a mortician. It got plenty of positive feedback and a few requests for additional stories. Through the years, many friends were fascinated when I would share some of the incidents and encounters while in the funeral industry. Many are humorous and some heartbreaking.
In 2001 there was a popular HBO series called Six Feet Under. I watched it not only for the subject matter but the soap opera drama too. Each episode either shocked, humored, or repulsed us. But we kept coming back each week. It was great entertainment and exceptional screenwriting.
Have you guessed yet the storyline of my new book? Yep—another storyline about the funeral industry. As with Six Feet Under, it centers around a family owned and operated the funeral home. As did the TV series, there is an outside storyline alongside the episodes within the funeral home. The intent is to entertain as well as educate you about an industry you can’t avoid.
I haven’t finished the original draft, and I don’t anticipate the book’s release until sometime in 2019. Below is a selection of the opening chapter. I would love to hear your comments and suggestions.
I follow Chris McMullen and today he posted some great information on recent changes Amazon has been making on the product pages. I think it is worthwhile reading to stay up with the Amazon giant and how it affects the marketing of our books.
Sally Cronin weekly promotes authors, their books and book reviews. Again, Sally has graciously included me and the beautiful review from Debby Gies. If you didn’t catch it with my earlier post, click the link below. Thank you, Sally and Debbie.
The best compliment any professional or artist can receive is praise from another within your discipline. I am a novice writer and do not recognize myself as a professional writer/author. When someone who is a recognized professional author compliments my work, I know I have taken that step towards acceptance. Today well-known author and blogger D.G. Kaye (aka, Debby Gies) has graciously promoted and reviewed my writing and my book What Did I Do?
For the last three years, I have followed Debby’s blogs,Live, Laugh, Love — And Don’t Forget To Breath!I have also read three of her books. In my opinion, we have a commonality in our writing. We write memoirs or stories based on our life struggles. We share our conflicts and triumphs so others may learn from our experiences. We open our hearts and share our weaknesses. We do this not for recognition or fame, but to help others.
I thank Debby for the review and the honor of being selected for her Sunday Book Review.
When I posted the conclusion of my book What Did I Do?I stated I would take down the post. If an author is posting his book on his website, it conflicts with Amazon’s seller agreement. Otherwise, the author is offering the book for free while Amazon is attempting to sell it. You are allowed to temporarily post excerpts, but not permanently.
If you haven’t finished reading all the fourteen post, you have until October 30. On October 31 I will remove those post from my site.
Good News
I’ve decided I will do the same thing with my book Guilt – My Companion. I plan to start the first week in November a weekly post of chapters or partial chapters. I received from the previous post a good response, additional followers and some book sales. I’m following the example of other authors who have previously tried it. These are all positive responses to demonstrate that sharing your book does work. Why not try it?
Review: “I firmly believe in sharing life experiences. Not only is it cathartic for the writer but someone struggling with the same thing will discover they are not alone. Guilt — My Companion: A Journey of Healing is based on Chuck Jackson’s own life. It’s gripping, moving and I highly recommend.” — N. N. Light’s Book Heaven
Book Description:
Chuck Jackson’s Guilt—My Companion is a passionate and true story of personal struggle when faced with society’s ignorance and prejudice. As a young adult, we follow his personal struggles for self-identity and acceptance. The narrative is the chapters of his life that led to an unintended destination. For him, Guilt was his companion who lay in waiting to rob him of personal pleasure.
When tragedy strikes, he turns to his dysfunctional family for support only to find confrontation. Their hostility creates a battle to survive grief and depression. With each episode, he finds the inner strength to conquer his companion Guilt. Through it all, it is a Journey of Healing.
Feature Image:
Spirit Lake and Mount Saint Helens captured by Donald Nelson
Over the last thirteen weeks, I shared my book What Did I Do? As the weeks progressed, I received more comments. I even picked up several new followers. I felt it was a risk/reward project and in hindsight, I don’t regret the challenge nor the weekly efforts.
My blog-site got more exposure and also increased traffic on my Amazon’s product page. What also escalated were the sales of the book. All positive results.
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On Oct. 15, 2018, Dan Alatorre’s book Dark Vision – an anthology of thirty-four horror stories from twenty-seven authors, was released. I am announcing this with pride because the short story I wrote is one of the thirty-four featured.
danalatorre.com
“The second installment of the Box Under the Bed series, Dark Visions, is filled with strange and creepy stories sure to keep your heart racing. Enter into a dark world of the macabre, the mystical and the malevolent, featuring 33 spine-tingling tales that just may keep you up at night. Edited and compiled by Amazon bestselling author Dan Alatorre, this anthology of horror stories brings together the minds and pens of twenty authors.”
On August 25, 2018, I posted on my site the short story, Who Am I?. This was my first attempt of writing a short story, not alone writing for a contest. I didn’t win, but Dan thought my piece was of sufficient quality to be included with the ones that did. Amazon has stated that if the short stories are available on the author’s website, it is equivalent to the marketing of freely available content. For this reason, I have taken down the August 25 post. Perhaps it will entice you to follow the Amazon link below and purchase a copy for yourself.
I’ve read some but not all of the short stories and I look forward to getting my own copy. If you enjoy horror stories, I urge you to get a copy. Some of the ones I read are not only shocking but also disturbing and fantastical imaginations.
Here is the list of the stories and the contributing authors:
Dan Alatorre will release his anthology Dark Visionson October 15. My first attempt of writing a horror short story was selected to be included. Thanks, Dan.
Angela walks slowly down the dark, cold corridor. The hallway is so dark that she uses her hand to guide her.
“Where are the lights?” she asks herself. “I can’t understand why it’s so cold.”
She feels the familiar pattern of the closet doorknob, and she opens it. She pats the wall for the light switch, but she’s unable to locate it.
“Forget it!” she tells herself. “Just get the blanket and get back under warm covers.”
Now she pats around for a blanket deep inside the dark closet. She is so tired and sleepy she’s finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. As she reaches up toward the highest shelf, something falls into her arms and startles her. She jumps back into the room and sees the form on the floor near her feet. It’s so dark she can’t see what it is, but it’s not moving. She bends and tries to open her eyes wide to see.
Each week Hugh Roberts takes a date from his diary in 1988. After sharing the entry, he features a fellow author and blogger. Today (Sept. 25) he graciously featured me. Thanks, Hugh.
Take a minute to read the post and leave a comment.
Generations of Jillian Cley’s family have been tasked with a strange duty—tending the burial plot of Gabriel Vane, whose body was the first to be interred in the Hode’s Hill cemetery. Jillian faithfully continues the long-standing tradition—until one October night, Vane’s body is stolen from its resting place. Is it a Halloween prank? Or something more sinister?
As the descendants of those buried in the church yard begin to experience bizarre “accidents,” Jillian tries to uncover the cause. Deeply empathic, she does not make friends easily, or lightly. But to fend off the terror taking over her town, she must join forces with artist Dante DeLuca, whose sensitivity to the spirit world has been both a blessing and a curse. The two soon realize Jillian’s murky family history is entwined in a tragic legacy tracing back to the founding of Hode’s Hill. In order to set matters right, an ancient wrong must be avenged…or Jillian, Dante, and everyone in town will forever be at the mercy of a vengeful spirit.
End of Day can be read as a stand alone novel or as a follow-up to book one of the Hode’s Hill series, Cusp of Night.
End of Day is available for pre-order through this link
and available to add to your Goodreads to-be-read list here.
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As the Vampire Civil War of Windemere rages on in the shadows, a mysterious girl appears to deliver mayhem to both sides.
Rumors of old-world vampires disappearing and mortals being attacked by an army of humanoid monsters have reached Clyde’s ears. Still learning how to rule the city of Nytefall as a strong, but fair leader instead of a vicious warlord, the former thief assumes he has rogue agents on his hands. Instead, his people stumble upon Lost, a teenage Dawn Fang looking for her father and aided by a decrepit bunny that might be an animated corpse. Bounding from one side of the Vampire Civil War to another, this carefree girl will turn out to be more trouble than she looks as all of the demons of her past emerge to get what they have been promised. Yet, her chaotic actions are nothing compared to the secret of her creation, which will change the very fabric of the Dawn Fangs’ world.
I believe every individual has an inherent desire to belong to and be accepted by groups and especially family. When we are, it is easier to be content with our lives. Without it, we start questioning our self-acceptance. I was told as a child I was worthless, and it damaged my self-esteem and left me with psychological scars.
I wrote in Guilt – My Companion,“As a child, I always knew my parents had adopted me. In my periods of darkness where I retreated into a world of fantasy, I dreamt my real parents would come to rescue me. They would take me away from my pain and give me the love I sought. It never happened.
As an adult, I was envious of my friends when I listened to them describe their happy childhood, siblings, and parental relationships. I avoided discussing my history. It was painful, and I thought no one would believe me. What never changed for years into my adult life was my debilitating desire to please my parents. I still believed someday they would accept me and love me. That never happened either.”
It was an unusually cold day for October as Naomi drove her new Acura across Interstate Highway 35. She and her best friend, Clarissa, had taken a week off and decided to go into Mexico to visit Naomi’s family. They both had jobs in San Antonio, and the drive would only take three hours to the border town of Laredo. The young women traveled together on numerous occasions so even though this was Clarissa’s first adventure into Mexico, it was no big deal.
“Does Tia Fernanda know we’re coming?” Clarissa asked.
Clarissa had met Tia Fernanda on a few occasions and referred to her as “Tia” as a sign of respect.
“I called and let her know our approximate time of arrival,” Naomi answered.
Naomi eased into the International Border crossing. Their documents were in their purses. Since they were going more than 26-miles past the border, they had to get a tourist permit. Naomi had to register her vehicle, which had to be searched, so this was not going to be a quick getaway.
Naomi sighed deeply as she parked and walked into the building. She noticed that although there were a half-dozen windows, a long line of people waited patiently at the only one that was opened. She tip-toed to see over the line of people to what was the problem. Then she noticed the sign on the window; “Computadora abajo, perdon los inconvenientes.” The computers were down, and they were sorry for the inconvenience. The solitary man at the window was pecking at a manual typewriter. Naomi and Clarissa looked at each other, and both gave a deep sigh. They stood patiently as the line periodically moved.
“Siguente!, “Next!” shouted the agent. Both women walked confidently to the window.
“Where are you going?” asked the agent in Spanish without looking at either woman.
“Sabinas Hidalgo, Nuevo Leon,” answered Naomi.
The agent’s eyes moved up. He looked at Naomi, then at Clarissa. He shifted his position, and his manner became brusque.
“What are two women traveling alone doing in Mexico?” he asked in a gruff tone.
“Visiting family,” responded Naomi.
“You have no business traveling alone,” responded the agent.
“We’re traveling together,” Naomi indicated to Clarissa, “and I travel to Mexico at least once a month,” she snapped. Then, on second thought, decided to give the agent an ingratiating smile.
“Papers!” ordered the agent and began to type the forms they needed to present at the two upcoming check stations.
Have you ever heard of the Martyrs from the St. Patrick’s Battalion? These are the ones that gave their lives for the Mexican cause. It was during the Mexican-American War and invasion of 1847. If you go to San Angel that is southwest of Mexico City, you will find a Celtic Cross amongst the marble shrines memorializing these heroes.
Every September 13 and again on March 17, St. Patrick’s Day, a color guard from the Mexican Army marches to this memorial to honor their memory. You will hear the bagpipes and witness the flags of Mexico and Ireland carried proudly. Dignitaries representing both nations attend to pay tribute to an obscure battle between Mexico, Ireland and the United States.
What makes this an unusual, yet distinct chapter of history is that six-hundred Irish-American soldiers fought for Mexico rather than serve with the American forces in the Mexican-American War of 1846. They are known as heroes and martyrs to Mexico and deserters and traitors to Americans. But who were these men and why were they considered martyrs? This is their story. (more…)
Over the last two months, Sally Cronin from Smorgasbord — Variety is the Spice of Live has promoted my writing and new book three times. Today she has generously promoted me again by featuring me with her Getting to Know You Sunday Interviews 2018. Starting back in May, each Sunday she posts a question and answers the author and her have agreed upon. They are a great way for readers to get to know the authors on a more personal basis. Follow the link for Sally’s interview with me. Thank you, Sally.
Recently a fellow blogger and author that I follow, Charles Yallowitz of Legends of Windermere ( Click Here for Link) shared a promotional website that was taking the month of June to celebrate Gay Pride Month. N.N. Light’s Book Heaven’s Promotion of Pride is offering “…book recommendations, book spotlights, book promos and even book reviews.” They have invited authors within the LGBT community to have their writing highlighted for a day.
“…June is Pride Month and we are hosting a month-long event entitled Promotion With Pride. We’re huge supporters of LGBTQ human rights including the right of every person to be who they are, love whom they choose and to walk proudly.” “…We’d love to have you join us so be sure to bookmark N. N. Light’s Book Heaven.”
Friday, June 22, my recent book Guilt – My Companionis be featured (see link below). They asked me to include an excerpt from the book along with the blurb. Please follow the link and when you have finished, leave me a comment on N.N. Light’s Book Heaven’s website and promotions. I’m also inviting you to leave comments on your impression of my new book here.
Feature Image Contributed From Nature Photography by Urmo Parts
I’m putting out this post because I’m soliciting my followers, friends, fellow WordPress members, and especially other authors opinions and advice. If you will tolerate my diversion with a summary discussion, I’ll get to my request below.
The most common advice we receive from those authors that have gone before us through the growing pains of self-publishing is (a) make sure you have a cover that grabs attention, (b) make sure your book title is captivating and reveals what the book is about. So, is one more important than the other or do they equally play a role in readers’ selections?
Book Covers:
Professionals who study the reader’s selection processes state the average shopper will select or reject your book in two seconds. You might have written a best seller but if the reader rejects it, it will sit on the shelf unsold. A cover will bring the needed attention and success, yet it can also lead to its demise. If the book brings negative attention, it can be as damaging as a poorly designed cover that brings no attention. The pros tell us it is all about the first impression and you get one shot at grabbing the positive response from the shopper.
On Saturday evening May 12, I was the guest speaker of the local chapter of Integrity USA. Integrity USA is a nonprofit organization working in the Episcopal Church for the full inclusion of LGBT community and their allies. I was asked to speak on my writing, my books and then do a book signing afterward.
I told the group, that I didn’t feel as if I was an author, yet over the last two years, I have three books selling on Amazon. In some circles, this defines you as an author. For me, I define myself as a novice writer who has taken the risk to self-publish three books. That doesn’t make me an author, but my goal is to have one or more of my books get recognized as quality writing. When this happens, then I will consider myself an author.
I shared how it all unfolded with the group. In fact, I gave them a summary of what I include here. I took the advice of another author to not bore your audience on how or why you wrote the book. He said they don’t care, they come because they want to hear about the book and perhaps obtain a signed copy. I did as he advised and read short excerpts from all three books. It worked, I kept the attention of the audience, I had a vibrant Q & A afterward and sold out of two of the three books I had brought.
According to an August 2012 post from Psychology Today, “Guilt is, first and foremost, an emotion… It’s more accurate to think of guilt as an internal state. In the overall scheme of emotions, guilt is in the general category of negative feeling states. It’s one of the “sad” emotions, which also include agony, grief, and loneliness, according to one comprehensive framework.”
However, like so many of our other emotions, we really don’t know why we have guilt other than it results from experiencing other emotions. Many psychiatrists and psychologist agree that its origin is from childhood when the child fears to show their true emotions due to acceptance or approval from their parents or peers. As they mature, guilt can create a negative inhibition.
How many times have we been told that an author’s book cover can make or break its success? They tell us a picture is worth a thousand words. Walt Disney is quoted as saying, “Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language”. There are thousands of quotes, but the message is still the same; pictures or images used for our books are essential marketing tools. My guess, as important as the catchy title.
Now that my next book is in its final stages. I’m asking for opinions for a cover. Below are three sample covers and I’m asking you to help me select the best one. Of the three books I’ve written, this last one has been the hardest. I have so many emotions invested, it’s difficult for me to select one objectively. I have my favorite of the three covers, but it could be the least effective. (more…)
Many of you who follow me and my blog post, know I have complained about poor sales on my second book What Did I Do?I have it listed with Amazon’s KDP as an eBook and a paperback. Initially sales did well, but after three months, they have all but stopped. I tried for two weeks doing a promotional for $.99; I sold four. I have done the sponsored ads (e.g. pay per click). I’ve promoted it on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Flipboard, etc.
In my opinion there are several elements involved for the lack of sales. The prime consideration is the lack of reviews. I have pleaded and begged readers to leave a review. I get the typical promise, but they don’t follow through. I further believe the subject (e.g. child abuses) hinders people’s desire to read it. Whatever the cause, I have decided to not fret and move on.
During my adult life, I actually had three careers. First was the four years I served in the military. When I left the military, I went to mortuary school, served a two-year apprenticeship, and then became a licensed funeral director and embalmer. I worked for funeral homes for twelve years. I started out in East Texas and most of my years were in San Antonio working for a prestigious funeral home.
They were rewarding years and I am proud of my career in the business. I left when I had a death in my immediate family and I could no longer work emotionally detached. I have many memories from the years I worked in the funeral business. Some are emotionally challenging, some involved historical individuals, and some in hindsight are comical. When you worked in view of the public, your demeanor was always dignified. When handling the remains of family members we served, we gave the same dignified and respectful care. However, I have to admit, behind the scenes were a lighter atmosphere between staff members. I have many stories of my experiences that will either pull at your heartstrings or enlighten you to the lighter side of funerals. I am going to share one of my experiences, which became notorious. I’ll let you decide if you think it was humorous.
Out of respect to the family that still owns and operates the funeral home, I am changing the name and the name of the owner. However, if your curiosity is such, you can find the story on the Internet by querying the name of the deceased that I have not changed. It will verify most of the details of my story.