Indie authors wear a lot of hats. None more important than others but one in particular could be considered the life source (other than the writing) – Promotion. In order to make sure that long toiled upon work is appreciated, we sometimes have to rely on our friends (or friend’s acquaintances) to help us along.
Aren’t you in competition with this person though?!
Rubbish and absurdity. Indie authors have more of a symbiotic relationship with each other than a competitive one. If one of us benefits and flourishes from the assistance of another, then we all do. In that regard, I’m going to extend to a fellow writer my followers (assuming any of you continue to put up with my odd absences and off-the-wall ramblings).
The author will also be giving away two copies of his book, tour-wide. If you want to be entered into the drawing, leave your email address in the comments section.
Meet Lawrence Fisher, author of Kill Me Now!
soulmate. Like most people he has found himself in many strange situations. However, he found that he could see the humor in each situation. Lawrence is a single guy in his late 40s. He has worked in computers and education for about 25 years and also holds a personal fitness trainer certification. He currently lives in Tel Aviv, Israel. Lawrence Fisher spends his days writing software tutorials and his nights in the endless search for the ONE. Will he find her? Or will there be book two out?
As authors we look for tons of avenues to
exploit promote our work. We Facebook, Tweet, Linked In, Google+, Blog, Guest Blog, Host Blog, Conventioneer, Book Tour, Skywrite, trap people in grocery market checkout lines… ANYTHING to make sure the world knows about our works. Today’s post is a shameless plug for myself. It’s on my first paranormal mystery in the Abigail St. Michael Novels.
Abigail St. Michael, a former cop, has joined the recently growing ranks of metaphysicals, individuals with abilities outside that of normal human nature. When a murderer stalks her town killing children, Abbey uses her ability of touch clairvoyance to hunt him down. Her only roadblock is that her murderer seems to have his own unique talent, the ability to ‘wipe’ his victims and their surroundings of any metaphysical energy. With little physical evidence and no supernatural evidence, Abbey is forced to rely on instinct and luck to solve the case. However both Abbey’s luck and instinct seem to have taken a permanent vacation as the victims keep piling up with the killer’s escalating blood lust.
“This evocative novel presents us with a unique way to see relationships, all the while giving us an innovative, candid eye on the seemingly normal world in which we live.” – Bibliophile (Amazon Customer Review)
“Quite a good mystery . . . a little romance . . . good characters . . . good writing style!” – fhm513 (Amazon Customer Review)
As most of you are aware, I’m a writer. I talk about writing. I like to discuss books. To my dismay, however, there are very few book clubs in my
smaller than fly shit area. Of the groups that are around, they are elderly Christian women who read religion-inspired novels, elderly women who read traditional romance, and elderly women who read non-fiction. I am neither an elderly woman, Christian, or a traditional romance or non-fiction reader. Uh, duh. Of the rest of the groups that remain are uber-intelligent, literary snobs with chipmunks shoved up their asses their noses so high in the air, they can’t be bothered to deal with anything that isn’t “classic” literature. See, I totally belong in that group! Not.
What I do like is a mixture of writing. Have I read the classics? Yup. Do I occasionally read non-fiction? Yeah, sure. Do I completely and utterly swoon over a possibly ridiculous cheesy plot with more sex in it than it should have and a bunch of people with otherworldly abilities? Duh!
So you can imagine my utter Squee! moment when I discovered (thank you, Dan) past episodes of Vaginal Fantasy Hangout on Youtube. This book club was started by Felicia Day (most mainstream-able for her work on Eureka and Guild), Bonnie Burton (Tweet-licious funny woman), Veronica Belmont (see Sword and Laser), and Kiala Kazabee (blogger delux). (Of the ladies pictured to the side, only Bonnie Burton is missing from the panel. I’ve included an individual picture of Ms. Burton being her oh-so-adorable self.)
These women have become my best friends once a month. While they don’t always read and discuss books I’m all loco over, the show itself Vaginal Fantasy Book Club is phenomenal! I laugh; I drink; I get to listen to people talk about writing in a pure enjoyment-only capacity. And, to me, this is the only way to read. Can I learn something from what I read? Of course. But that doesn’t mean that the same book can’t entertain me in the process. And these ladies seem to understand that education and entertainment go hand-in-hand.
So this is my shout out pimp for the Vaginal Fantasy Book Club. Seriously, go listen to them. They post their old shows on Youtube for your perusal and I highly recommend doing so.
I love to edit. There, I’ve said it. More specific, I love to critique work. I enjoy reading through someone else’s piece, finding places where I can tighten, streamline awkward choreography, fix continuity, and work on pesky word dilemmas like repetitive phrasing. Even with work that is already published, I find myself with mental red pen poised to “help” these writers fix their work. Admittedly, I also plain like seeing what other imaginative minds come up with way before it hits the book store digital or wooden shelves.
There is nothing more refreshing
and sometimes very frustating than finding a truly well written piece of fiction months or possible years if ever before anyone else gets to see it.
Don’t misconstrue me here. I suck at editing my own work. I’m also not a professional editor. I miss things, and there are still many
many many many things about grammatical and literary structure that I don’t know and/or understand. The process of critting however has taught me two ways since I began writing.
As writers we talk about our art and the talent required to become great at it. We do sometimes forget to talk about the skill necessary to obtain that greatness however. With critique work (and I’ve only recently become very active in critique work – enough to really learn from it) I’ve started noticing trends mirrored in my writing from others, and it has been quite… liberating. So much so that I want to tear through everything older I’ve written with a fine tooth comb and eliminate all those annoyances.
But critique work is like walking a balance beam. If you maintain your balance, you stay in place where you should be (for the writer this would be critting others’ work and still finding time to write your own, with newly learned information from critique work). If you lean too far to the left or right however, you loose your balance (choosing to go back through all your old work and “fix” all the problems you never noticed/knew about before) and topple to the ground (no more new words = no more greatness-to-come). And no one ever received a perfect score from falling off the balance beam.
When used properly, critique work can be a wonderful catalyst for a person’s writing. Inspired by the imagination of others and armed with new rules never before known, a writer can feel rejuvenated enough to kickstart their own
possibly flacid writing schedule.
Being a critter is somewhat like having critters. One or two, or even three, fuzzies in the home are great. Four, five, six…and the list goes on…becomes overwhelming, taxing, and too much. And critting, much like critters, when maintained, can help lift a person’s mood and brighten their spirits; the infusion of different perspectives/visions/styles can make a writer step back and look more critically at their own work. It can also inspire friendly competition.
But one of the most important things I’ve learned about being a writer and critting other people’s work over the years is this:
Naturally I said, two months ago, I’d remember to blog on a more regular basis. And, par for the course, I haven’t followed through. Don’t think, little darlings, that I haven’t been thinking about you; I have. My schedule however has been something of a nightmare.
As many people know, on a personal note, The Doctor and I are planning to move soon to the glorious sun-baked sands of Arizona. Yes, I will be depriving the Midwest of my venerable talents and presence. And, yes, I am aware that many of you are shedding crocodile tears for the loss – right this moment. Go on; I’ll wait until the emotion passes.
All done? Good.
With our impending move, and with the TARDIS still in repair, we will have to go about traveling the old, 21st Earth Century way – Ford Focus. Leading up to that venture, we’re breaking out the monastic on ourselves and eliminating everything except the barest basics – dogs, car, bicycles, clothing, and recording equipment, plus laptops. This has left us with emptying out a two-bedroom apartment with full basement and garage and enough belongings to easily fill a place two- to three-times as large. Not an easy feat.
Thus a schedule already jammed with writing schedule, recording schedule, two jobs with overtime, plus second jobs for extra money, and all the personal stuff that seems to creap up day to day is being taxed by more planning, organization, and execution.
So what gets left by the wayside? *holds up a mirror to you* Um, you should probably brush your hair already by the way. Teeth too.
The good news is that, when I am forced to take a break when I hadn’t truly wanted to, my brain is in overtime to come up with interesting articles to put out later – thus the beauteous beginning of a burgeoning backlog are born! Trust me, a backlog for a writer is ALWAYS a fantastic thing. And a sun-baked writer lounging on the sands of new soils in new places on new horizons…? FANTASTICO!!!
So now that you know the particulars of why I’ve been lapse in my blogging duties, I hope you will forgive me my little sabbatical after sabbatical’s end. And if not…?