Hello Happy Readers,
I hope you’re bringing in spring better than the rest of us: cold weather, snow showers and the occasional tornado. Good thing I have my mind on more exciting things than biblical signs my elders continually recite to me as an explanation.
Even still, I can’t stop smiling because I finally got the third book of my trilogy: Perfect The Fray, published and available online (Amazon.com) and even in many libraries and bookstores (Not many left) here in the Midwest. It’s been a journey, but we made it, and
I’m looking forward to getting the four script series I’ve already adapted into the hands of a producer or two, who has given me a nibble of curiosity. I’m curious to see what becomes of it. But first, let me enjoy this stage a little while longer. Yay, me!!
Once UPS delivered my box of complimentary issues, I took a deep deep DEEP exhale, lifted my hands to God (hallelujah!), and of course shed a tear, while listening to Mariah Carey’s Always Be My Baby, then I did the Cabbage Patch around my living room (Nutmeg is a damn good dancer), celebrating my great feat of writing a book series.
Now, its time to put on my marketing hat and morphed from a anti-social writer into a sociable fast-talking go getter who can draw up interest with an imaginative pitch and flattering words that vaguely resemble a cross between an action movie trailer and a one-night stand. Weird huh? You have no idea, but the world’s movers and shakers want to be wooed, thrilled and visibly undressed by my sexy pitch. So everything else from my other works in the works to any personal life (sorry Nutmeg, the bed is all yours) gets put on hold, while I hit the road, send emails, facetime… pitch. Pitch. Pitch. Pitch!
Before the world falls in love with your book series you have to be in love with it first. It’s like the perfect boyfriend, two years before he stopped being a player. But the good news is I love my series (I’ve even developed new material for another book some day), and I hope that execs in Hollywood and the Publishing arena will one day, too. But even before that I must offer it to the true hearts of the world. You know, the real gatekeepers, the special ones like you who read fiction for the love of it, in search of that ultimate payoff, that makes them glad they are story readers. And if awesome readers like
you fall for my fiction tale, then the others will surely come.
Here we go....