Month: October 2014
Establishing credibility as an author is tough. The stigma of being self-published is going by the wayside, since it has become a matter of dollars and sense. But as a self-published author, are you giving yourself any credibility?
1. It bugs the crap out of me when I see someone label themselves as Authoress. What the hell is that crap? Authors who are serious about what they are doing for a living, simple use the nomenclature of author or writer. If I see your label of authoress, I know you are writing something I probably never want to read. It doesn’t make you sound smart, it makes you sound narcissistic and self-indulged. Not buying your stuff.
2. Your Website. You are still on a free website with a name as long as my arm. Your professional email address is still @yahoo. You are a business person. Publishing is a business. Get a business email account.
3. You wrote one book three years ago and you are still hocking it on your Facebook page. Good for you. What else have you written?
4. Take the time to educate yourself. Model yourself after a successful author. View their webpage, their social media accounts and allow that person to be your unofficial mentor.
5. Stop tagging people that don’t know you on FB.
6. Stop reviewing your own material.
7. Hire a professional cover designer or invest the money to buy a professional cover.
8. Unless you are famous, don’t put yourself on you’re your cover. It is narcissistic. Vainglorious. And Self-centered.
9. Your FB page is a community. Stop posting shit about buying your book.
And last but not least.
10. Go take a class. You must hone your skills. If you don’t your writing gets stale.
This way, you can become a talented authoress.
Okay, who am I fooling. I absolutely hate working out. Monday, as I kicked off this week 2, I went and grabbed my hula hoop and started doing some wiggling. Yes, that is what it was, wiggling. Who knew hula hopping could be so hard. It was worst when my back fat started to itch and I could not reach it to scratch.
Okay, start smaller.
Dance. I love to dance. I will start by dancing.
I took out my Wii and put in the Zumba workout.
Fifteen minutes in, I turned that shit off and went looking for some cake. No cake. Dang! It is just nine, too early for wine. (Hey I rhymed).
There has to be another way to ease my way into this working out stuff.
Then I spotted my iPod.
I played the first that came on.
Initially, I tried to do the routine. Nope. Just dance to the song, fool! I burned 300 calories! SAY WHAT NOW?
I put on Dark Horse by Katy Perry.
Whew! I danced all the way through.
What else is in this iPod. I have some Kevin Lyttle, with Turn Me On.
Shucks now I am tired. Need some cool down with Chaka Demus & Pliers – Murder She Wrote.
You can too! Let’s rock it!
I never write the same story twice. I feel it is a cheat that authors use when they have an idea or plot that sells, they keep writing the same story just interchanging the character’s names. I can’t. I have too many wonderful people in my head with their own individual tales. But there is a backlash. If a reader “discovers” one of your books, they often expect every book to be that way, This is why many authors use Psuedos. My pseudo is my pseudo.
Here is this week’s author question.
Do your readers allow you to grow? Recently, I received a harsh review because my new book was nothing like my last. The reviewer said she was “disappointed.”
How do you grow as a writer without becoming formulaic?
2.0 out of 5 stars I was very disappointed in this book I pre ordered this book with …,October 13, 2014
I often see women attempt to make provocative videos for their special someone. For some damned reason, these are all done in the bathroom. People die in the bathroom.
People are seriously hurt in that one room of the house. I also hurt myself laughing at this woman.
This is just sad.
The closing of the grand old Fauborg Hotel in Beverly Hills is a sad occasion for longtime patrons Alex Delaware and Robin Castagna, who go there one last time for cocktails. But even more poignant—and curious—is a striking young woman in elegant attire and dark glasses, alone there and waiting in vain. Two days later, police detective Milo Sturgis comes seeking his psychologist comrade’s insights about a grisly homicide. To Alex’s shock, the brutalized victim is the same beautiful woman whose lonely hours sipping champagne at the Fauborg may have been her last. But when a sordid revelation finally cracks the case open, the secrets that spill out could make Alex and Milo’s best efforts to close this crime not just impossible but fatal.