I never understood why people read in the bathroom although I know they do. Recently, I’ve been grabbing my own novel, AS FROM A TALENTED ANIMAL and randomly reading parts of it while sitting on the toilet. Yes, very graphic — I know! I know!
What I’ve found is wherever I turn in the book, I enjoy it.
Biased? Probably. Yet, I have some distance from the work now and it’s comforting to know I like it, too.
Book promotion is a pain in the _______ (insert your fav descriptor here).
Book promotion is — for me — like climbing my own private mountain, a mountain no one has climbed before me with no footholds or handholds outlined in chalk residue, no hardware previously hammered into the rock face, no clear path above.
This mountain is stark, barren, unloved.
I climb it one movement at a time, ever upward.
Each sale or give-a-way or donation — yes, donation! — is movement in the correct direction, toward the summit.
If I ever summit, I’ll admire the view.
Today, a woman gave DooRFrame Books a small donation for a signed copy of AFTER JEWEL; and I am so appreciative. As usual, my fav part was signing the copy to her.
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On Thursday, a reader of my novels asked me if I had a copy of my latest work with me. I said that I did. He wanted to purchase it, so I trotted out to my car, retrieved the copy of AS FROM A TALENTED ANIMAL and brought it to him. He gave me a check; I signed the novel for him and thanked him for his continued support.
I believe in supporting artists.
I own three original paintings by a fine artist I know personally. His name is Austin Power and he works out of NYC. His watercolors are delicate but speak volumes about the human condition. I love them as I love him.
And so, I thank those of you who support me! You have no idea how much you mean to me as a novelist and a person.
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I’ve eaten at the same place for breakfast for several years now and one of the cashiers – a lovely woman with an engaging smile – has asked me about my novels nearly every time she’s waited on my money.
Last time I suggested she ask her public library to order a copy of Metal Man Walking.
Today – after I paid – I decided to just give her my novel. All I asked for in return was that she:
1) Read it
2) Give me her opinion
My fav part – signing the copy to her.