HOW To Finish Your Damn Book

Some great words to prob a person along. I could definitely have used this when I was always looking back to edit!

CATHERINE RYAN HOWARD

At the beginning of this year I wrote a post for that treasure trove of writing and publishing information, Writing.ie, about why you should finish your damn book. You can read that post here. It proved really popular. So popular that it seems to me like a lot of you are in the same place I was until last summer: wanting nothing more than to have finished your book, but finding yourself doing everything but writing it.

It’s all well and good for me to tell you why you should finish your book (nutshell: a finished book is the one thing everyone who ever got published/successfully self-published has in common) but how do you do it? How do you overcome procrastination? How do you finish your damn book?

I only know what worked for me, but maybe you’ll find something in there that works for you. Let’s see…

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Reblogging; Social Media…….Why It’s the Bane of My Existance

Before I share this post, I want to just put it out there.  We know I’m not really that versed in social media and I’ve blogged about it sooooooooooo many times I should have had it on repeat.  I try, I get frustrated, I get no interaction even when I put a prompt out there for open discussion.  Waxing and Waning it seems.  I also feel very terrible if I’m always throwing things in people’s face.  As much as I would love to sell my book, I also don’t want to be the author that get’s on people’s nerves by virtually jumping up in the air waving my hands screaming “pick me! pick me!”  It may work for other’s but apparently I’m not the only one who thinks that it’s just not for everyone and I totally feel the pain.

 

I’m leaving snippets but feel free to link over to the article…..one that I have no cross promotion involved in AT ALL (not even a WordPress)

Please shut up: Why self-promotion as an author doesn’t work.

Let’s talk about marketing, shall we?

It’s 2012. I’m sitting at a table in the front of the room, a microphone poised to capture my every word. At this local writing conference, I am considered a rock star. Everyone in the audience wants what I have–a three-book contract with a traditional publishing company. Their eyes are hungry, their pens poised over notebooks. We take a question from the crowd.

“How do I build a platform and make money with my blog?” a woman asks.

“Build a time machine and go back to 2005 and start your blog then,” I say.

Because it’s the truth. In this oversaturated market, the only ways to build a following and profit from it are to have been around for 5-10 years already or to already be famous. The woman sits down, unhappy with my answer. But no one else on the panel has a better one. Because there is no easy answer, no secret to building a following.

Scary, right?

It scares me, too.

From the very beginning of my writing career, I’ve been told that publishers want a writer to have a brand, a platform, a blog, a built-in army of fans. But that was 2009, and now it’s 2015, and that doesn’t work anymore. Book blogs become paid services, giveaways become chum pits, conference-goers dump purses full of business cards out in the trash to make room for more free books that they won’t read. It is virtually impossible to get your blog seen or your book discovered. We are glutted with information, and yet our answer to “How do I get people to buy my book?” is social media marketing, which is basically throwing more information out into the void.

Why?

1. Because Twitter doesn’t sell books.

2. Because Facebook hides posts for blackmail purposes.

3. Because people aren’t on Instagram to find new books.

4. Because tumblr is not a spectator sport.

5. Because book reviews are not a place for the author.

6. Because I hate newsletters and hashtag parties too much to inflict them on anyone else.

 

……………………..Would fishing be fun if the fish jumped out of the ocean and smacked you in the face?

Nope.

And that’s what a lot of social media by authors is starting to look like, to feel like: being smacked in the face, repeatedly, by hundreds of fish. Being pushed. Being assaulted and yelled at and chased. Being manipulated and prodded and possibly tricked. ………

 

READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE

The humanity in darkness always comes through…

Now that you are all caught up with the “Here’s what you missed” post, darlings, enjoy the latest excerpt and tell us your thoughts. 😉
baby bird

The young girl looked down and found a small bird that must have fallen out of the tree. Its tiny hairless squawking body quivering as she picked up the injured babe. She looked at it curiously. “Where’s your mommy?” Ariana spoke gently to the baby bird. It only squawked in response. Ariana looked over at her cousin and noticed that he was too occupied with Rachel to really care about her new find. As she left them to each other she stood, bird in palm as she glanced above her and listened. She heard the sound of other babies in a nest above. Without even thinking about it, she jumped straight up into the tree directly near the nest of baby birds. “Here you go, you can go back to your….”Ariana said to the fallen bird in her hand. She gasped in horror as she realized that her fists were clenched and as she slowly released her fingers, the little hairless body lay still. It was no longer as active as it’s brothers and sisters. In her eagerness to rejoin it with its family she must have suffocated it in her leap. Unexplainable emotion gathered inside of her and she began to cry for the dead bird. Her pain and anguish built up over the emotion and she felt something inside her change. She took in one deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking about the little bird that bellowed to her below. As she exhaled, a small vapor flowed out of her mouth and into the bird’s tiny beak. She opened her eyes when she felt the tiny movement in her hand. She wasn’t sure how she did it but she had brought the little bird back to life. “There you go.” She said as she placed it back with its siblings.