Sold 2 copies of AFTER JEWEL on Createspace yesterday.
On Amazon.com on the day after Christmas, AFTER JEWEL is marked down to $10.70. Take advantage; pick up a copy today!
Today, I once again did a once-over of my proof of my latest novel, AFTER JEWEL. I made several changes. I hope to have my novel available for purchase by next week at the latest. I’m aiming for this weekend.
Yesterday sold a copy of THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY to someone who plans to gift it to someone else. A nice feeling.
Today, I ordered second proof of AFTER JEWEL after changing so many little items – words, sentences – that I needed to “see” the whole in book form again. I find holding a hard copy of a novel in process very helpful in the decision to publish.
Hoping my copy arrives before Christmas.
Today at the doctor’s office – on my first visit, I bring my proof of AFTER JEWEL, my newest novel in process. I point it out to him toward the end of our visit when he asks me about my grandparents, how they died, when they died. I mention my paternal grandfather, how he “chain smokes and works outside in sunshine” himself to death. Then I point to my book, say, “I’m writing about him and my grandmother right now.”
I’m like a little kid with a favorite toy. I want to show it off.
The doctor, who I’ve just met, asks me if I’ve written other novels.
“Oh yes,” I say. I proceed to tell him about THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY. The doctor mentions discovering an aortic aneurysm in a young man with Marfan syndrome. I tell him about my main character, who happens to have Marfan syndrome.
“Perhaps you’d like to buy my book.”
The doctor sidesteps this skillfully, completely changing the subject.
I confront him in my typical joking manner, “I like the way you dodged that.”
I give him my business card – yes, I carry a business card! He takes it, says he’ll have to check my novels out, get a signed copy. Here he has slipped up. I say, “Oh then you should buy one now. I can sign it right now. And it’s only $10 if you get it today.”
Ten minutes later, I’m signing THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY to my new physician.
Goodness, I hate selling.