Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, The Gathering: End’s
Beginning.
Happy Birthday to you.
Occasionally, procrastination pays off. In this case not having a clue as to what I would post on the day that my debut novel was to be released allowed me to read my friend Shelly’sblog. She pointed out that this
isn’t the official release of my novel as much as it the birth of my brain child. Or something like that.
As of today, you can find The Gathering on the shelves of your local bookstore. That is, if your local book store happens to be Costco, Deseret Book, or one of the independents that picked it up from Cedar Fort.
Oddly enough, it has been almost nine months since I was offered a publishing contract for my literary offspring. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. Let’s take a look.
Spring and early summer I spent my time telling everyone I was going to be published. Some call it bragging, but I like to think of it as . . . bragging. Then it hit me that I should finish the novel I was working on at the time before I got busy doing author stuff—whatever that might be. Despite a furious writing scheduled I fell short of finishing Exit
Stage Left.
August and September flew past as I studied marketing and devised a plan to get the news of my exciting new novel to as many people as possible. It was at this point that I realized that I was in over my head. I should have started forming my marketing plan as soon as I signed the contract.
Then winter rolled in and I took brief breaks from setting up my blog tour, designing the marketing materials I would use, and arranging for the creation of a book trailer in order to spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year with my family. Even then, my conversations were focused on the recent marketing drive and included plenty of attempts to sucker . . . I mean joyfully coax, my family into helping out.
And then, BOOM!
January arrived. Requests for guest blogs, author interviews, and the like dominated my to-do-list. Nor would the shoot for the book trailer be ignored. Scheduling, rescheduling, arranging last minute replacements for the extras that were forced to cancel due to personal tragedy.
Whew! It made me wonder if all of this frantic work weren’t a little like giving birth. However, as I sit here today, my mind is focused on the joy of seeing the child of my imagination sitting on the store shelves.
Welcome to the world, kiddo.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, The Gathering: End’s
Beginning.
Happy Birthday to you.
Occasionally, procrastination pays off. In this case not having a clue as to what I would post on the day that my debut novel was to be released allowed me to read my friend Shelly’sblog. She pointed out that this
isn’t the official release of my novel as much as it the birth of my brain child. Or something like that.
As of today, you can find The Gathering on the shelves of your local bookstore. That is, if your local book store happens to be Costco, Deseret Book, or one of the independents that picked it up from Cedar Fort.
Oddly enough, it has been almost nine months since I was offered a publishing contract for my literary offspring. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. Let’s take a look.
Spring and early summer I spent my time telling everyone I was going to be published. Some call it bragging, but I like to think of it as . . . bragging. Then it hit me that I should finish the novel I was working on at the time before I got busy doing author stuff—whatever that might be. Despite a furious writing scheduled I fell short of finishing Exit
Stage Left.
August and September flew past as I studied marketing and devised a plan to get the news of my exciting new novel to as many people as possible. It was at this point that I realized that I was in over my head. I should have started forming my marketing plan as soon as I signed the contract.
Then winter rolled in and I took brief breaks from setting up my blog tour, designing the marketing materials I would use, and arranging for the creation of a book trailer in order to spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year with my family. Even then, my conversations were focused on the recent marketing drive and included plenty of attempts to sucker . . . I mean joyfully coax, my family into helping out.
And then, BOOM!
January arrived. Requests for guest blogs, author interviews, and the like dominated my to-do-list. Nor would the shoot for the book trailer be ignored. Scheduling, rescheduling, arranging last minute replacements for the extras that were forced to cancel due to personal tragedy.
Whew! It made me wonder if all of this frantic work weren’t a little like giving birth. However, as I sit here today, my mind is focused on the joy of seeing the child of my imagination sitting on the store shelves.
Welcome to the world, kiddo.
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