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Every author is different. And every author has a different way of working and conducting themselves. I’ve worked with many wonderful authors and talked to many successful authors over the years and there are a few things that I have learned – about what makes an author successful and a stand out.
One question comes to mind that I think every author needs to answer honestly and truthfully in order to shape his/her career: WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU AS AN AUTHOR?
HERE’S MY TOP 10 LIST OF POINTS THAT YOU MAY WANT TO PONDER TO HELP YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU AS AN AUTHOR.
1. Do you want to hit a bestseller list like the New York Times or the USA Today? If you want to be a bestseller then you may want to talk to authors who’ve hit that list or check out their websites, or facebook pages, and figure out how they got there. IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT WRITING A GOOD BOOK. There are tons of beautiful writers who fade into obscurity or who don’t care about fame and fortune. Everyone’s path is different – but from what I have seen of successful authors who have hit the list numerous times – they are consistent with their work and their ability to connect to their readers AND to build their reader base.
2. Don’t think sooooo outside the box that you forget the box itself. The box is there for a reason – it is a foundation for you to work from. By that I mean – you may have aspirations of turning your book into a feature film but don’t lose sight of the book itself – it already exists as an ENTERTAINMENT PRODUCT for an audience to enjoy. So make sure you don’t ignore that already existing product. Make sure you promote it and sell it and advertise it and reach out to readers and reviewers. Stephen King had a reader fan base long before he was the go-to guy for horror movie plot lines. Besides, hands down, people ALMOST ALWAYS prefer the BOOK to the MOVIE.
3. Be consistent. If you are a professional author and you want to be taken seriously then don’t consider it a hobby or a part-time job. Consider it as your profession. Even if you have a 40-hour-a-week “day job”, your profession is still AUTHOR. Own it. It’s who you are. So don’t just “dabble” when it comes to planning your career – and building your “brand”. You are an author. What do authors need to do to get their books in the hands of readers? You need to figure that out and do it. Every. Single. Day.
4. Don’t rely on your publisher to be everything and all things to you. PUBLISHERS SELL BOOKS, NOT AUTHORS. Building your career is YOUR job. Not the job of your publisher. So if you want to be a successful author in every respect, then you have to start focussing on all the aspects that are necessary for that to happen.
5. Hit the ground running. When you have a new release coming out you have to HUSTLE AND BUSTLE. You need to have a plan – a marketing and promotion plan. At Lachesis Publishing we will only accept submissions if they come with a MARKETING PLAN. You can’t just sit back and hope your book will sell. You have to plan and execute a strategy that will propel you forward in the first days, weeks, months of that new release.
6. Don’t forget your titles after the honeymoon phase is over. That’s when the “marriage” gets tough and needs support and commitment. These are YOUR books. Figure out how you can keep older titles in play and fresh in the minds of readers. Because. And this is important. You can NEVER HAVE ENOUGH READERS.
7. You can be a fast writer but are you a fast promoter? You can write 10 books a year but if you don’t consistently promote them and YOUR BRAND, then you may as well just keep those books on your own shelf at home. No one will pay attention.
8. Build a support team. Whether it’s fellow authors, or fans/readers, or family members – build YOUR TEAM so that you can call on them to help get the word out about your books – books need REVIEWS. The more reviews you have, the more buzz your book creates, the easier it is for your publisher to snag very important ads that can only be purchased with books that already have TRAFFIC. Ads like BOOK BUB, that can help boost sales.
9. Know your genre. Know where your audiences are online and in person. Reach out to them. If you write erotic romance don’t go looking for readers who love sweet inspirational. Find the readers who like YOUR kind of book.
10. Do you want to make a living at this? If you want to make a good living and be able to pay your bills, and travel, and save money, and do all the things you need to do to live a decent life AS AN AUTHOR then you need to figure out if BEING AN AUTHOR is for you. You need to figure out how to get to your goal. You need to plan it and execute it – not just once in a while – but consistently and long term.
Joanna D’Angelo is Editor in Chief at Lachesis Publishing. She loves chai tea, social media, and good writing.
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Growing up in the depression era with eight siblings, and living in a shabby log cabin, I doubt my father’s family could afford many Christmas trees. So my four-and-a-half year old daughter and I were stunned when my dad strode into our tiny subsidized apartment nearly 30 years ago, proudly carrying a scraggly little pine tree.
“I got you two a Christmas tree!” he said in his fast talking, farmer’s manner. “A nice tree, a good tree.” He brushed past us to stand the little tree against a bare wall, tipping it this way and that. “Just decorate it a little, and it’ll be a nice tree, a good tree,” he repeated.
Yet Shaunna and I saw a terribly skinny, bedraggled looking pine with enough holes in it to drive a truck through, (a phrase my dad often said himself).
But it was Shaunna’s and my first Christmas on our own after living with my mom and dad for a few years, and dad knew times were tough for us. He didn’t want us to struggle to buy a Christmas tree. This one, he more than likely cut down out of the old horse pasture on his farm. But we thanked him profusely as he left. Even then, my young daughter knew enough not to complain, not to hurt her grandpa’s feelings. He was only trying to help us.
But there was no way just a “little decorating” could magically turn that poor, terrible tree into a Charlie Brown miracle tree.
Later that evening, Shaunna and I found ourselves skulking around in the dark around our apartment complex, scissors in hand, creeping up to pine trees similar to the one dad gave us. We’d pick appropriate sized branches and secretly, we hoped, snip them off and sneak our contraband back into our apartment.
Once inside, we poked and picked and stuffed those loose branches into the holes of that sad little pine. I don’t know if it was our combined artistic talent, or pure luck, but our secret stuffing caper worked. A short time later there stood a nicely filled out Christmas tree in a little red stand. After a few strings of lights, popcorn strands, cheap ornaments and a lot of silvery, fluttery tinsel, we had a true Christmas tree.
A nice Christmas tree. A good Christmas tree.
My dad’s eyes lit up when he stopped by and saw the tree a few days later. “I just knew it needed a little decoration,” he said, standing proudly, staring at it with his hands on his hips.
Well, Shaunna and I both knew it also took a lot of serious stuffing and filling with tons of stolen boughs, but neither of us said a word. The twinkle in Dad’s eyes was Christmas magic enough that year. We never did tell him about out little deception.
Dad’s been gone three years now this month.
And maybe he’s in some realm where he knows about and understands our little deception.
And realizes that it wasn’t that little tree that was the masterpiece that year . . . that he was.
Merry Christmas, Dad.
I love the holidays! My mother used to go all out on Christmas. Some of my fond memories include tons of presents underneath the Christmas tree. No matter how tight things were, Mom always made sure to make Christmas special for all seven of us kids.
One big thing I remember though had to be how Mom stressed the importance of sharing with others out in the community that were less fortunate than us. One of the things she shared was her famous Swedish Tea Roll. The preparation would usually be an all-day event with her making the dough and letting it rise before rolling it out and adding all the yummy things like walnuts, cherries, and topping with icing.
Our neighbors across the street would also share some homemade tamales:
One year one of my friends from Mexico City had me over to help her made a batch of homemade tamales. It’s an all-day event but so worth it at the end!
We also had Mexican hot chocolate, pan dulce, sweet bread, and conchas too.
Not only do we celebrate with food but our church has some lovely events that we enjoying attending every year. One is a choir production called Sing Noel.
Another one is a live nativity scene that is held in the back of our church meeting house. It’s usually cold (well, for So. California that is!) but I just love sitting outside and having the story behind the nativity reenacted.
Here’s a little backgrounder to our holiday tradition: http://www.smstake.church/blog/2015/12/8/history-of-follow-the-star
and at Lachesis Publishing.
What it’s about:
When a woman is poisoned to death at a Christmas bake sale that Vinnie’s mother organized, suspicion turns to Mrs. Esposito.
Vinnie is not about to stand by and let her mother get framed for murder, no matter that Vinnie’s dad forbids them from sneaking around. Her boyfriend, sexy State Trooper Marcus Richmond is worried about Vinnie’s safety, not to mention any laws she might be breaking. Her friend and upstairs tenant, FBI Agent Aaron Grant is off on a secret mission, so at least he’s not around to yell at her.
Vinnie is determined to find out who is behind this evil act . . . and why. The trouble is, Vinnie gets her tenaciousness from her mother, and when the two of them start snooping, danger follows.
But nobody messes with the Esposito family. Not even a cold-blooded killer.
The door burst open. My aunt Muffy entered the house like the invasion of Normandy. Mom and I turned toward her at the same time.
“Well, Mafalda, come on in,” Mom said rising to get another glass.
“Make mine Burgundy, Theresa,” Muffy ordered.
With a kiss to her cheek, I waited until Muffy settled at the table before I glanced out the window to see if anyone else would storm the house. All was clear. I resumed my seat.
“Did you know that Iva Lindon passed away? I just got a call from Concetta Fonseca. She said it happened a little while ago,” Muffy blurted.
“I know. I was there when it happened. So was Lavinia.” Mom set the wine glass and bottle on the table in front of Muffy.
My aunt is a strong-minded woman with a mouth that would put a truck driver to shame. She also dated mob connected men. A habit we couldn’t seem to break her of. Muffy had a heart of gold where the family was concerned. She glanced at me and then turned to stare at my mother’s tear-streaked face.
“Don’t even tell me you’re both involved in this unfortunate woman’s death. Good God, can you not stay out of trouble for one minute, Lavinia?”
“I didn’t do anything,” I said with hands outstretched to ward off the oncoming lecture. “I was an innocent bystander in all this, Auntie.”
“So, tell me what happened,” Muffy demanded as her jet black eyes became intense and sparkly.
My mother shared our experience. She managed to keep it together when describing the scene where Iva croaked.
“Imagine that,” was all Muffy could say as she glanced at the two of us and gulped the remaining liquor from her glass.
“A policeman arrived, and I think he wanted to arrest me. I’m sure of it. Mrs. Galumpky was very offensive, and if Lavinia hadn’t intervened, I’d have been hauled away in handcuffs.”
Muffy’s dark eyes peered at me when she turned in my direction.
“Did you know this cop?”
“Yeah, it was Nick Pirelli. He patrols that neighborhood. Do you remember him? He lived down the street from us as kids.”
“I do. His father was an ass and his mother was a timid woman who jumped when his father said so, the bully.” Muffy snickered. “I kicked his ass more than once when we were young.”
Chuckling at the idea of my short, stout aunt kicking some guy’s butt, I watched my mother begin to relax. Muffy kept the stream of stories up until my mother had restored her sense of humor. Leave it to Muffy to save the day, I thought with relief.
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I am going through a nasty bout of writer’s block right now. I am pretty certain it’s because of the Holiday season. I just can’t concentrate on anything erotic and sensual when I have to take the kids to see Santa Claus and fight my way into a parking space at the local Walmart! I am not saying that the Holiday season is negative, mind you. It is, however, taxing and demanding when you have millions of things to do and you don’t seem to have enough hours in the day to do them. That is when my muse seems to go into hibernation.
If you are an erotica author, it’s especially challenging. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a Christmas movie with all these adorable elves and reindeer with shiny noses, glaring at me and saying, “I know what’s in that head of yours! It’s Christmas! Stop with all the sexy stuff!” I can’t even look at that Elf on a Shelf without feeling guilty and blushing.
It’s problematic being an erotica author during the holidays. I am often asked if I get “turned on” during the writing process. How does one answer a question like that? Do I say “yes” then have that person stalk me on Facebook, sending me private messages wanting me to “talk dirty” to him? What am I? An online sex operator? Hate to break it to you, buddy, but an erotica author is an artist and a writer, not your own personal sexting service. However, to answer that question, no. I don’t get turned on, not in the “bedroom sense”, because I’m in professional author mode.
I try to do my writing when the kids are at school. But when they’re home for the Holiday break, it’s just not possible. As far as writer’s block goes, I will deal with it the same way I deal with it at any other time of the year: Ignore it! Keep writing. My creative muse will eventually return when she’s had enough of lying around on the beach and working on her winter tan.
I do think that taking a little “brain break” during the holidays is a good way to recharge batteries. I am going to take advantage of this time to relax, and enjoy myself so I can start the new year fresh and focused. To all of my creative comrades out there, I suggest you do the same. You deserve it!
So, I will be busy doing mom/Christmas stuff until the New Year. It’s all good, and I am gearing up to write some sequels! Hopefully with 2016 I will be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to get in gear with the next installments of my erotica series. Until then, have a safe and wonderful holiday. Have fun, and enjoy the goodies and the good times.
I will leave you with a few lines from the song The Best of Times from one of my favorite musicals, La Cage Aux Folles:
So hold this moment fast And live and love As hard as you know how And make this moment last Because the best of times is now Is now, is now
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I’ve always been a storyteller. Every single report card throughout elementary school stated (alongside darn good grades, I might add) that I was a “chatterbox.” I didn’t just talk, though. I listened.
Even before going to school, when I was very little, I delighted in the stories told over and over again around the table. Think really big table here, since I grew up with a large extended family of talkative Italians! I soon began to relate my own stories, telling tales with embellished details. It was inevitable that I would want to write one of my very own. I did so at the age of ten. My very first book.
I came up with a story about a ghost. I don’t know why. I don’t remember being particularly fascinated with ghosts. I’d just seen The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, so maybe that had something to do with it. And this one was a hidden ghost, actually. He resided in a greenhouse behind an estate where two boys, best friends, had a sleepover. The kids were also around nine or ten years old, like me. The big house belonged to the family of one of the boys, and I know it was a very big house because in the story I pointed out that they had five telephones!
The ghost made several appearances over several nights before the boys discovered him. Thumps on the back porch. Shadows at the window. You know. The usual creepy stuff.
Now, the greenhouse was overgrown. Plants and vines choked it and snaked up its metal frame. Strange things happened during the day, too. Clay planters shattered for no apparent reason. Windows cracked or broke completely. And more shadows at the windows at night.
The boys explored the huge backyard, but couldn’t find anything to pin the mess on. They thought that maybe it was a raccoon. Or a pack of mice. When they discovered the truth, they could hardly believe it. It was a ghost!
It turned out that the ghost was that of a young man who used to live in the main house. An ancestor of the family. I think he might have died when he was going to meet his love in the greenhouse many, many years ago. I can’t remember exactly why he haunted the place, since I never wrote the reason, but the romance writer in me so wants that to be true! I do remember that he became friends with the boys. They had picnics with him, of all things. Played games. They even played hide-and-seek, which I stated was very easy for the ghost. So there was a happy ending of sorts. For the kids, anyway.
I’m very pleased to say that my mother, a voracious reader and lover of books herself, typed up my story for me and had it bound. On that fancy cream paper with the torn edges. I had illustrated it as well, believe it or not. I still have that book tucked in a drawer in my office.
Maybe one day I’ll rewrite this book to make sure that the melancholy guy in the greenhouse finds his happy ending. When I wrote the story I was a child, so I had no idea about attraction or devotion of the romantic kind. That sensibility would come a few years later when I started sneaking pulp romances from my mom’s nightstand. So, what do you think? Should I, ahem, resurrect, this story and give it a new twist? A proper, romantic ending?
I know I can’t write it as a scary ghost story. Nope. No thrillers for me. I like a touch of mystery in my romances, though. Just look at my latest release, A Hero and a Gentleman, the first in my Gentlemen Undercover Series series from Lachesis Publishing. I call this my Regency Private-eye series, so you know there will be lots of cloak-and-dagger stuff and a pretty big mystery. So, no. This ghost’s story must be romantic. Something that flashes back to the twenties, with a Gatsby-like feel, lol.
Hey, I’m always up for a story idea, no matter where it comes from. Or when. Most of the time I don’t know where my ideas came from anyway. I’m just so grateful that they do!
JoMarie DeGioia is the author of the Dashing Nobles Series, which follows the love stories of four dashing gentlemen of the ton in Regency England and the Gentlemen Undercover Series which follows the stories of three brave investigators fighting crime in Regency England and falling in love of course.
WHAT IT’S ABOUT:
An innocent-sounding family reunion at an exclusive California beach resort turns into a weekend of murder, deceit, exposed secrets and unexpected intimate encounters.
John Peterson has it all: He’s a respected, successful Beverly Hills entertainment lawyer with a loving wife and grown son, the strikingly handsome young film director Joe Peterson. John also has a secret and he decides to gather his disparate family members at the elegant Hotel Del Moor in picturesque Linda Bella, California for some luxurious fun, togetherness and re-connecting before revealing his secret. Unbeknownst to the family, a brutal serial killer is lurking in the midst of all the wondrous festivities.
The man woke up next to victim number twenty. He had tied her firmly to the bedpost by her wrists and ankles, then passed out. She was nude, her eyes red from crying, her face had a petrified look on it. Her nose was also swollen and bloody from the repeated blows to the face.
He met her at a local watering hole. She said her name was Lisa, and she was beautiful – just the type. The man smiled, nodded, and feigned interest in her pathetic little life. As she was babbling on and on about how she was an aspiring actress, he reached in his front, right pocket and pulled out his trusty pills. He plopped them into her drink when she wasn’t looking. He sat back counting the minutes until the drug took effect.
Getting her out to a taxicab was so easy, the cab driver just figured she was some drunk bar slut, and she was. The man ordered the cab to take them a sleazy, roach infested motel in Alphabet City, a seedy neighborhood on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Once there, he took the young woman, tied her up, and raped her until the sun came up. As she started to come to, and realize what was going on, she started to cry out for help. In New York, a woman can scream and scream until her face turns blue – nobody would ever come. That was the beauty of all this, the man thought. Just in case she did holler, he duct-taped her mouth shut.
Now it was morning, and the man was bored. He got up, showered, and dressed. The woman looked at him, frightened and confused, as he pulled his jeans on. He checked his watch and realized he needed to move quickly. “See ya.” He sneered at her, and promptly walked out the door, leaving her tied and helpless. The man had a plane to catch.
There are basically three things which can kick me into Creative High Gear: a writing deadline, an art festival, and the holidays. I’ve blistered my fingers from typing a manuscript, and I’ve often gone with only a few hours of sleep when I’m getting paintings ready for an event. But, since it’s December, you can probably guess which one I’m currently focused on.
Every family has that one person who believes in handmade gifting. In mine, that would be me. I decided when the grandbabies started appearing, there’d be more meaning in something crafted especially for them and this has flowed out to everyone else on my list.
Besides being a writer and artist, I’m also an avid crocheter. So, several years ago, I started a hat tradition. Not just any hat, mind you, because that would be boring. They get hats with puppy ears or Frankenstein heads or cupcakes on top. I mean, if I’m going to do this, why give
them something they can find in a store? Plus, I’m still a storyteller and I love giving the kids a present which oftentimes triggers their imagination.
This year, though, the older ones are asking for paintings (after all, you can only have so many hats . . . or so I’m told). If I’m being honest, this does make my heart sing. Not only are they cultivating an interest in art, but specifically in my art. So, between now and Christmas, I’ll create images of robots and angels and crows with the occasional skull (because that’s who grandma is). There’s potential for those crocheted Mermaid Tail afghans for the babies to snuggle and gift baskets of homemade bath salts, sugar scrubs, and cookie mixes in a jar for their parents.
And sometimes, I write something. A heartfelt sentiment, a recap of the year for the little ones, wishes and dreams for a joy-filled life, or simply an expression of gratitude. Because, if nothing else, I am incredibly grateful for all my families – the one I’m connected to by blood and the ones I’ve chosen.
Teri Barnett writes historical, paranormal, and time travel romance. You can purchase her books Through the Mists of Time, Shadow Dreams, and Pagan Fire at Lachesis Publishing. or you can purchase Teri’s books on amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
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Happy New Release Day toPatricia Barletta ! Patricia’s debut title with Lachesis Publishing is called Moon Dark. It’s the first book in an exciting, and romantic new series called the Auriano Curse. You will love this book as much as I do. Beautifully written and full of steamy romance, adventure, and of course a hero and heroine who are perfectly matched! Be sure to add this new title to your must-read-list.
What it’s about:
Lady Sabrina Dunfield is desperate. Widowed and destitute, she must rely on the dubious benevolence of her secretive uncle, an art collector living in Venice. Determined to make her way and provide for her young son, Sabrina is forced to take on clandestine and dangerous errands for her tyrannical relative. But when a mysterious shadow man saves her from an assassin’s blade, she knows she must do everything in her power to keep her son safe.
Alessandro D’Este, Prince of Auriano, is cursed. Doomed to live a life half in shadow, he is determined to free himself and his family from the evil that stalks them. When Alessandro saves the English woman’s life, he is captivated by her beauty and shocked at her ability to touch him in his shadowy form.
When Sabrina meets Alessandro in his human form, heady attraction sparks between them. She has no idea he is her shadowy savior, and she wonders what her life might be like with this charismatic man. Alessandro has never met a woman who affects him this way. Although life has taught him to trust only family, Sabrina might be the key that could deliver him from the diabolical darkness.
Patricia Barletta always wanted to be a writer. That was right after she realized that becoming a fairy ballerina or a princess wasn’t going to happen. But being a writer meant she could go places in her head and be other people as much as she wanted. She could even be a fairy ballerina or a princess!
As a native of the Boston area, Patricia has been inspired by its history, which influenced her stories, and probably had an impact on her decision to become a high school British Literature teacher so she could pay the bills. She received a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing degree at the fabulous Stonecoast program in Maine. And now she’s an author writing about dark heroes, feisty heroines, magic, and other fantastical things.
Find out more about Patricia Barletta and her books on her website: www.patriciabarletta.com.
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When I first started out as a writer, I wrote a short story called Self-Imposed Isolation about a woman who was taking a break from life after her husband died of cancer. The story was set in the winter and I talked about the dismal grey sky and the heavy, suffocating snowfall, that seemed to reflect the heroine’s suffering.
I read the short story a couple of times in public and even though I prefaced my reading with the fact that it was fiction, inevitably someone would come forward after the reading to ask me if it was autobiographical. Readers responded to the heroine in the story. Especially those readers who’d suffered a loss. Somehow they were comforted by it – and perhaps it helped them to read about someone who was working through her own pain.
I find that writers tend to be deep thinkers and feel emotions profoundly. It is the act of converting emotions into words that creates meaning for the reader.
Writing that touches the heart is a challenge. One has to be in the right mind space in order to tap into that sense of poignancy that brings tears to the eyes. I find I have to write these kinds of scenes earlier in the day or else my writing will weigh heavily on my mind and seep into my dreams, making sleep difficult.
I also periodically check in with myself, to ensure that I’m doing okay. It’s very easy to spiral down into a dark hole, when writing about an emotionally difficult subject. I want to convey powerful images, but I also want it to be uplifting.
At the end of the day I want to inspire my reader, and I can only do that, if I have also inspired myself and tapped into my own heart and mind.
Good luck with your emotional writing.
Jacqui Morrison is a crime thriller author. Her suspense thrillers include Kaitlyn Wolfe: Crown Attorney and The Vigilante. You can purchase both books at Lachesis Publishing. But that’s not where it begins and ends with Jacqui. You see, Jacqui works with victims and witnesses of crimes. Her passion for working in the law started at at a young age, when she was inspired by a character in a popular TV show . . .
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