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Back in The Saddle

Well, technically, the saddle is a chair.

 

At my desk inside the master bedroom. That’s where I keep my laptop.

The Fall Semester has ended and the Holidays have passed, (Thank God! They were exhausting, weren’t they?)

While I am awaiting the start of Spring classes at my local Community College, I’ve been trying to make use of the downtime with WRITING!

And just in case you’re interested, I am working on the third and final book in my thrilling Sci-Fi trilogy!

The book is called REACTION and I’m planning on releasing late this year.

Still tinkering with the cover

INERTIA  and …

*free with Kindle Unlimited!
*free with Kindle Unlimited!

FORCE

*also FREE with Kinlde Unlimited
*also FREE with Kindle Unlimited

were the first two, and as exciting as those plots were, this last one is going to blow them both out of the water. AtomicBomb

I’m just over 20k words so far, but the book is already plotted out in my head! The final, BIG ending is going to be SO much FUN to write. I can’t wait for you all to read it.

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Sneak Peek at Force, Releasing 10/10!

Here’s an excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Force, the sequel to last years, Inertia … this is from the non-copy-edited version, but it’s still awesome!

Enjoy!!


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A massive blue funnel stretches up from the ground. It’s at least five times the size of the one in Ivanhoe. As it materializes, stretching up to the clouds with its heat and wind, snaking gracefully between the buildings, coating the bricks in heat and soot, I’m mesmerized.

The firm lines of the buildings beyond it bend from the heat. The mouth of the burning cone doesn’t face the ground like it did in Ivanhoe. It faces upward like it’s waiting for Daemon who’s still drifting in free-fall.

Are you really going to jump off a building? I ask myself as I take in the scene, trying to recall how many flights of stairs I climbed chasing Daemon. How many stories? Couldn’t have been more than seven. Maybe eight.

That’s survivable. Right?

“Sack up,” I tell myself and then take a gulp of air and hold it. He’s got my stones, not my balls.

Daemon blurs into the rainbow interior of the gateway. And I leap, just like he did, only less dramatic. I dive headlong after him rather than placing my arms out at each side like a moron.

After I’ve flung myself into the scorching storm, as I’m sailing through the blazing wind, that’s the moment I realize how stupid this is.

The rocks are what protected me from the gateway. I’m not in their protective bubble. I’m outside the funnel, contorted by the violent blue fog that burns and pushes me back from the upturned opening instead of suctioning me inside.

I’m not falling, but twisting and thrashing through the wind, making for the window that hovers high above the ground. Moving my arms and legs like I’m swimming against the current.

Hope rises as the rainbow wheel looms closer. I’m going to make it!

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I’m screaming on the inside as I fly through the mouth of the vortex just as it starts shrinking. My skin feels too thin, but the rainbow wheel inside the tunnel is beautiful as ever.

And then it’s gone. I’m surrounded by darkness, folding into a forgiving surface that feels moist and smells of wet earth. I splatter like a pile of laundry hitting the end of the chute.

There’s no sound except the shuffling of feet as I get up.
My eyes adjust quickly and I don’t feel sick. This is good, makes it easier to keep pace with Daemon. And I do keep the pace right behind him, kicking my legs high.

Reaching for the tails of that damn jacket, I’m glad he’s still wearing it. I’m about to close-in on the fabric, about to feel it sweeping against my fingertips… and then the tell-tale blue fog appears again, with the crashing sound of the gateway opening.

The rainbow wheel illuminates the night ahead. I leap inside right after Daemon.

The next world is bright. Warm rays of sun are blinding. I shade my eyes and keep kicking, noticing that everything looks normal, older than the 1990’s, but normal.

My legs are stiffening from all the running while Daemon’s stride is still vigorous and quick. When I trip over a surprised kid on a huge skateboard and fall a half-block behind while getting up, I know that without a huge stroke of luck there’s a good chance he’ll get away.

A black Saab pulls up to the curb just ahead of me. A woman wearing a wide-collared power suit hops out of the drivers’ seat and casually walks around the other side of her idling car to pop a stack of mail into blue drop-off box on the curb.

My father used to say that luck is there for those that need it. He also used to say that success was for those who recognize opportunities. The empty Saab looks like both to me.

The engine purrs, smoothly shifting into fourth as I hit the intersection, taking my chances at the red light. I can see Daemon up ahead; hard not to notice a huge bald guy with a snake head tattooed on his bare scalp. He’s still on the move but looks to have slowed a little, assuming that he’s lost his tail.

He spots me at the perfect moment. Right as he comes up to the next intersection, when there’s a break in foot traffic on the sidewalk. I see the way his eyes widen when the Saab jumps the curb.

The victorious thunk of the tires hitting their target is short-lived. I don’t know how, but instead of thrashing over him, Daemon somehow ends up on top of the hood.  His big ugly beard blocks my view of the road as I veer off the sidewalk and back into traffic, nicking at least one other car.

A few screams. More horns. And a black stare from the man that killed my father. I make sure to look him directly into those beads of emptiness as I make for the side of the nearest building and give my parting words.

“See you in hell.”

He glances behind him, sees the wall he’s about to munch, then turns back to say something that sounds like he’s asking if I can swim. But that can’t be right. I mean, I can swim, but what does water have to do with—

A huge vortex opens and I’m going too fast. It’s all there: the bustling city, then rainbow colors, the heat, and blue fog.

In a heartbeat it’s gone, replaced by water. Lots of water. Everywhere. Gushing in through the doors and windows.

Shit.

The car is completely submerged and filling fast. I take a deep breath and brace myself, trying to think through the surprised panic.

It’s just water. Rushing into the car through open half-open windows. It’s filling with bubbling cold and Daemon is gone. Through the windshield, I make out his wavy form getting smaller and higher as the car sinks and he swims away.

#FlashFiction Even though it’s not Friday

Hello, fellow bloggers and faithful readers!

I’ve had my head buried in school books and am putting the final touches on my latest book (which I am SO ridiculously behind on) that I literally have zero time to blog.

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But I don’t want to leave anybody hanging, or make you all think that I forgot about my readers the same way I forgot all about this flash fiction thing I started doing last year.

Truly, I came across it on my Wattpad page and was like, “When did I write this!?”

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So, I reread it. A fell in like with it all over again, and decided it was worth sharing here. Again.

(there’s a smidge of strong language, so reader beware)


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A Beacon for the Metaphorical Penis.

“A what?” Layla stared at the laptop and shook her head. “I don’t get it. Sorry, Dee.”
Dee sighed, letting her shoulders drop. “I couldn’t call it ‘Dick Magnet.’ No one would want to read it.”
Layla laughed. “Or everyone would.”
“For all the wrong reasons.”
“Okay. So what’s it’s supposed to be about?”
Dee sighed again. It was about everything in her life turning out wrong. It was about being thirty-one and still single. It was about still losing her job after all the crap she put up with to keep it. Like unpaid overtime; they wanted the work done, but they didn’t want her to charge them for it—and she was stupid enough to believe her selfish boss would remember her dedication when the next editing position opened up.
“Generally, it’s about how independent, intelligent women in this age have no taste in men.”
“So it’s a biography.” Layla’s face was dead-pan.
Dee was the one laughing now. She should have known better than to try and fool her best friend. “Yes. But no. It’s an idea I’ve had for a long time, now I’m finally putting it to paper. Metaphorically, since it’s digital.” She shrugged, crossing her arms.
“It sounds good, but since when did you become a blogger?”
“I’m out of book ideas.” Dee plopped on the short sofa beside her friend and grabbed the laptop—saving and closing the document file.
“So…Dick Magnet? Are you going to feed the stereotypes about men wanting nothing more than to get into a womans pants?”
“You mean tell it like it is? Yes.”
Layla rolled her eyes. She wasn’t as cynical as her lifelong friend. But she had no reason to be. She married the man who took her virginity a month after high school graduation. And amazingly, they were still married. And happy. They still had sex. Regularly.
Dee shook off the image. “Not all of us are lucky enough to find a guy like your Steve.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it. Love is an investment, Dee. The wedding is like a down payment that gets you the house. But marriage is what you live in. It takes time to repaint and remodel. It’s a lot of work.”
Dee’s eyes nearly crossed. How many times had she heard this metaphor? Ten, twenty, a hundred-thousand times?
“Alright-awright. I get it. The secret is in real-estate research.”
“Metaphorically.”


Dee didn’t like the name she chose for her new, fabulous website. Yeah, it was only to keep her busy as she searched for another job. It was a part-time thing. A hobby. There were millions of bloggers out there, but none of them—at least the ones Dee came across—were filling the gap between what you learn and applying that knowledge in everyday life and situations.
For instance, Dee now knew, from past experience that it was important to see your potential date in a well-lit space before agreeing to any outings. The typically soft lighting of a night club does not lend itself to inspection. To search, to make absolutely sure there was no slightly lighter strip of skin on the left ring finger.
She learned this one night—well several nights after—a few fuzzy navels and a screwdriver, compliments a la Asshole. The haze of alcohol eased her into accepting his phone number scribbled on a napkin. The man had paid for two of her four drinks that night and she was reduced to thinking that somehow indebted her. But all he wanted was the chance at a phone call. And Dee was not going to call. But he hadn’t demanded Dee’s phone number. He’d left it up to her to make the next move.
And in that simple act of letting her think she was in a higher position made her fall.
The high-point of the first date was the conversation and the sweet, boyish peck on the cheek that followed. Boy, did he reel her in. Slowly, like a fat, stupid tuna. He let her thrash about on the baited hook like one of the giant marlin her father used to catch when he took her deep sea fishing.
The second date was where Dee learned her lesson. It was right after she let him talk her into seeing a terrible movie. A major motion picture, expected to be a box office block-buster.
Well, it was shit. Dee knew it would be. She rarely agreed with film critics and never agreed with pop-culture’s ideas of ‘good’ on anything. Film or otherwise. Except maybe Green Mile and Forrest Gump, but that was more a Tom Hanks anomaly.
Neither one really watched the movie, but they made good use of the dark. They were all over eachother. Dee was going to take him to her apartment. As the two left the theater, walking hand in hand, it happened.
A beautiful woman with bright strawberry curls was blocking their path on the crowded sidewalk. Asshole threw her hand away and stuttered something to the woman. Dee was confused at first. But then she took in the womans tired, hurt expression, her thin arms that held an impossibly tiny infant, and her slightly doughy middle. Then the womans thin hand and the large stone that rested over her fourth finger.
Automatically, Dee checked her dates’ fingers. Low and behold—there was a thin, slightly lighter line around his ring finger.
Dee did the only thing she could think of; listened and watched the screaming match. The poor woman cried at the unfairness; it wasn’t her fault she had to wait six weeks to have sex. She’d just had his baby! And her husband of less than two years was an unfaithful bastard!
Bastard was right. Who the hell was he to make Dee the slut, to turn her into the other woman?
Dee’s knee swung up into his groin before she had a chance to think it through. “There! Now he can’t have sex either!”
She charged through the watching crowd on her way home to meet her second dates for that evening, Ben and Jerry.
It was a tough lesson. But one Dee was glad to have learned. Thanks to that experience, she could relay the importance of good lighting at a first meeting.


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You are welcome, World.

Rivera–out.

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Book Release Bonanza with Donuts and Rachel Barnard

I don’t know if any of you follow Rachel Barnard’s blog, but I do. She’s an author like me. She writes and reads many different types of books, like me, too.

Unlike me, though, her obsession with donuts is public.

Her latest book, Donuts In An Empty Field was just released June 3rd and she’s got TONS of promotional things going on.

Giveaways, blog tours, and book signings and reading, so if you like what you see here . . .

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Honest to goodness, if that doesn’t make you want to sign up for Rachel’s Newsletter I don’t know what will

So, now that you’re all fully intrigued, let’s talk about DONUTS IN AN EMPTY FIELD, By Rachel Barnard (it’s available right now on amazon for a mere 3.99)!

 

Letting go of anger is life’s greatest challenge. Vanessa Smith hasn’t been the same since her father’s death. A hero until the end, he died saving a restaurant owner’s wife and son from a burning building. Nessa has always blamed the boy, Ben, for her loss, and her thoughts are consumed with ways to make him as miserable as she is. Nichole Adams knows Nessa can never heal until she learns to let go of her hatred, but bringing back her best friend is proving more difficult than she could’ve imagined. In a last ditch effort to break Nessa’s obsession, Nichole hopes signing up for the local food challenge is just the thing to bust her out of her shell. A single choice defines the road ahead for Nessa. Doing the right thing isn’t easy, but living with the consequences of doing nothing might be worse.

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Sounds like a really great read, doesn’t it?!

635939429028651305-747438658_storytellerWhat are people saying about Donuts in an Empty Field?

“Honestly, everyone needs a Nichole in their lives. Someone to push you and help you be a better person.” – Katharine

“Nichole is in the driver’s seat so to speak at the beginning controlling the adventures and then gradually starts to hand the reigns to Vanessa, so Vanessa does flounder a bit before finding her stride. Beautiful storytelling! I’m getting teary again.” – D’ariel

“It’s about life, heroes, world records and puppies. It’s about donuts but mostly it’s about friendship.  The author has that rare talent where you could start on any random page and get completely drawn into the story.” – Bill

17305148If you’re feeling lucky and want a chance to win a free copy, or maybe you just want to know a little more about this quirky, wonderful author, Rachel Barnard and her blog, or her other books, check out the links below!

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Big Donuts Rafflecopter Giveaway! (you could win!)  

Put ‘Donuts’ on your To-Read list on Goodreads! 

Get ‘Donuts’ on Amazon  

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Important upcoming Dates/Events:

Maple Valley Days @ Lake Wilderness Park, Maple Valley, WA (near the Info booth with FreeValley Publishing) on 06/10/16 – 06/12/16

 Neverending Bookshop Reading with Donuts and Books in Bothell, WA (10123 Main Place St. 2) on 06/25/16, 3:00 P.M. – 5:00 P.M. Get more info here

Local author Rachel Barnard will read from her most recent publication, Donuts in an Empty Field. Bring your used books for store credit and to get more entries into the free raffle. This event features a blind donut tasting of several local donut shops. Come try some local donuts and vote on your favorites. Got something cool to say about donuts? Don’t forget to add it to the “All about the Donuts” comment/quote box. First five purchases after 3:00 P.M. will receive a FREE mini donuts swag pack. Check out the facebook page for this event!

Third Place Books Dual Author Reading @ Third Place Books in Bothell, WA (17171 Bothell Way NE, Lake Forest Park) on 06/25/16, 6:30 P.M. – 7:30 P.M. Event info here

Come listen to Ksenia Anske and Rachel Barnard as they read from their new books The Badlings and Donuts in an Empty Field (For the Love of Donuts Book 1) respectively. There will be challenges, a raffle, and other fun stuff. Check out the facebook page for this event!

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About the Author

And once more, because I like this picture so much, is author Rachel Barnard . . . and her bio:

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Rachel Barnard lives in the Pacific Northwest, near Seattle. She has self-published several young adult novels, including Ataxia and the Ravine of Lost Dreams and At One’s Beast. When she is not writing, reading, marketing, or editing, Rachel dances, writes reviews of Indie books, attempts funky challenges, and wishes she owned a Corgi.

 Of course she’s really cute out of the costume, too…

OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR (click the link to visit the authors amazon page where you can get all the info on all her writing!)

Vanessa’s Book of Awesome Things

A fun accompaniment/companion book to the for the Love of Donuts Series. This little book of fun contains bucket style lists of challenges, fun things to do with doughnuts, scavenger hunt items, facts about Corgis, top ten donuts you have to try, a doughnuts recipe, and more.

Ataxia and the Ravine of Lost Dreams

In Ataxia and the Ravine of Lost Dreams A young girl takes on the mighty powers of the government but is sidetracked by challenges of the academy she attends, the new boy, and keeping her secrets safe.

She will do anything – forfeit her identity, friendships, even love – to be humanity’s champion.

As the U.S. government prepares to take over the world, MC infiltrates one of their elite academies that trains future leaders.  MC must rise to the top in the Cube training grounds in order to be placed high up within the government so she can stop it in its takeover.

 It is not until her fourth and final year at the academy that her top-student status is threatened by the sudden arrival of Li, the new transfer student. MC is completely focused on her self-created mission until she gets sidetracked by Li, who might be bad news in more ways than which she bargained.

A Young Adult, Dystopian, Not-So-Distant-Future Adventure Novel with a hint of sci-fi and a bit of romance.

 At One’s Beast

From once upon a time to happily ever after, At One’s Beast highlights the struggles of two young adolescents who have fallen prey to chance evil circumstances. When it took the entire village to create the monster, what will it take to break the spell?

Available in print, e-book, and as an audio book, At One’s Beast is a new take on “Beauty and the Beast,” with a love triangle, revenge, a spell, evil, fate, forgiveness, compassion, bitterness, capture, betrayal and love.


As always, if you’ve read any good books lately, why not head on over to Amazon or Goodreads and let the authors, as well as potential readers know what you think? Remember, your opinions matter!

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What’s Free This Week!

 

Today marks the beginning of week 5 in Sync Audiobooks FREE summer reading programNumber-5

Below, I’ve listed this weeks selections, available through 6/9!


by David Ring, John Driver | Read by Paul Michael

Published by christianaudio

In 1953, in Jonesboro, Arkansas, a baby boy was born—dead. The attending physician set his little body aside and tended to his mother for eighteen minutes. Now, more than sixty years later, that boy leads an internationally known ministry that encourages hundreds of thousands every year. The Boy Born Dead tells his incredible story from the perspective of his best friend, David Wideman.

As a teenager in the small town of Liberty, Missouri, in the late 1960s, David Ring grew up with the challenges that come with cerebral palsy, a result of his eighteen minutes of newborn silence. Along with his physical limitations, Ring was orphaned and shuffled from home to home, finally landing in an abusive situation that made him feel unworthy of love and, eventually, unworthy of life. But God had a purpose for Ring’s life, and sent an agent to help him achieve it. Through the friendship of David Wideman, a boy he met in the halls of Liberty High School, Ring found strength he didn’t know he had and went on to face his demons, marry the love of his life, and start an international speaking ministry.

Full of hope, this moving story illustrates how friendship and love triumph over adversity. Anyone who faces tough times will treasure this story of hope and courage.


(This one i am really excited about because I love Trent Reedy’s Divided We Fall Trilogy!)

by Trent Reedy | Read by Ariana Delawari

Published by Scholastic Audio

Zulaikha hopes. She hopes for peace, now that the Taliban have been driven from Afghanistan; a good relationship with her hard stepmother; and one day even to go to school, or to have her cleft palate fixed. Zulaikha knows all will be provided for her—”Inshallah,” God willing.

Then she meets Meena, who offers to teach her the Afghan poetry she taught her late mother. And the Americans come to her village, promising not just new opportunities and dangers, but surgery to fix her face. These changes could mean a whole new life for Zulaikha—but can she dare to hope they’ll come true?


There you have it, folks!

Remember to use the free Overdrive Media Console app to download and enjoy these free audiobooks and after you’re finished with them . . .

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It’s That Time Of Year Again

Time for the SYNC Audiobook Summer Program! 

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In case you’ve new to the blog, I’ll explain:

SYNC is a free summer audiobook program for teens 13+. Running May 5th – August 17th 2016, SYNC will give away two complete audiobook downloads a week (30 titles) – pairs of high interest titles, based on weekly themes.  In 2014, 26 titles were given away over 13 weeks. In 2015, 28 titles were given away over 14 weeks.

Last Friday was the kick-off date for this summer’s audiobook giveaway. You can get both of the following titles free, now through  05/12:


The Great Tennessee Monkey Trial by Peter Goodchild

The Scopes Trial, over the right to teach evolution in public schools, reaffirmed the importance of intellectual freedom as codified in the Bill of Rights. The trial, in a small-town Tennessee courtroom in 1925, set the stage for ongoing debates over the separation of Church and State in a democratic society—debates that continue to this day. Peter Goodchild used transcripts from the trial to create this intense docudrama.

 

The Great Tennessee Monkey Trial is part of L.A. Theatre Works’ Relativity Series featuring science-themed plays. Major funding for the Relativity Series is provided by the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation to enhance public understanding of science and technology in the modern world.


 

That title is paired with:

Vivian Apple at the End of the World by Katie Coyle

Seventeen-year-old Vivian Apple never believed in the evangelical Church of America, unlike her recently devout parents. But when Vivian returns home the night after the supposed “Rapture,” all that’s left of her parents are two holes in the roof. Suddenly, she doesn’t know who or what to believe. With her best friend Harp and a mysterious ally, Peter, Vivian embarks on a desperate cross-country road trip through a paranoid and panic-stricken America to find answers. Because at the end of the world, Vivian Apple isn’t looking for a savior. She’s looking for the truth.


Remember, you’ll need an Overdrive Media App to play these free titles!

Don’t have it? Don’t worry! That’s free too!

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Click the link to get Overdrive on your phone, tablet, kindle, or PC. The app offers free cloud storage and doesn’t take up much space on your device.

JNawx6QAND, Overdrive can be used for more than just listening to free audiobooks. It’s also the leading Library app in the nation. If you’ve got a library card, all you have to do is find your library inside the app and click it. Then punch in your card number and BAM! You’ve got access to your local library’s ebook and audiobook collections.

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Week 2 titles…..

 

 

Five Marketing Mistakes I Made Self-Publishing My First Book

Source: Bookdaily.com 

Five Marketing Mistakes I Made Self-Publishing My First Book

By Lennard Van Ree

Like so many writers I often find myself at odds with the art of marketing. Since publishing my first book two months ago I made at least five marketing mistakes. If you’re thinking of (self) publishing a book, these might be of interest to you:

1. Waiting.

It took me 30 years to summon the courage to start a blog. I was already somewhat good at writing at 20. That’s 10 years of list building that didn’t happen.

When my blog gave me the idea for my book, I essentially gave up on blogging to ‘make time’ for writing my novel. Isn’t that what writers do in movies after all? They retreat to an exotic location to work on their masterpiece, don’t they?

Anyone with experience in publishing will tell you writing is the easy part. Writers seclude themselves. Authors connect with people. And connecting with people takes confidence I lacked the first 30 years of my life.

Lesson learned: Confidence is a decision.

2. Being hasty.

After revising my book eight times I hit Publish on Amazon. I managed to sell some copies to a few bloggers that still remembered me. I was confident they would enjoy my 576 page diary novel. Some apparently did, but the general opinion was that it needed an editor. Badly. And that it needed to be shorter. Also badly.

It takes distance to read your own material objectively. Mine turned out to be an oasis of typos, clumsy grammar and endless pages of ‘plotlessness’.

Lesson learned: Confidence is not always rooted in reality

3. Connecting with people in the wrong place

The first review my book received was a one-star review.

It was an unpleasant start of my career as an author, but upon closer inspection of my book I came to realize my first reviewer had a point in saying my book needed an editor.

So I decided to write a funny acceptance speech in the comment section of her review. I ended up doing the same with four other reviews, which ranged from two stars to five.

I had read on this forum how the comment section is a good way to discuss the book’s progress for the world to see, so that’s what I did. I initiated a dialogue about my book’s progress. It got zero response.

It would be awkward if an actor came up to you insisting a dialogue about your opinion of his latest film. The same goes for authors. Writers write in the comment section. Authors let the comment section be.

Lesson learned: You’re in a dialogue with your audience. Know when to listen.

4. Connecting with the wrong people in the right place

Forums, comment sections, the blogosphere and social media have all been very helpful to me. I managed to strike up a small following of people interested in the subject matter of my book.

Until I realized that Subject matter ≠ Target audience.

At least not necessarily in the case of a fiction novel.

My book is a fictional tale set in a real world country. I spent time letting people know how much of an expert I am on my subject, neglecting the tale. Only when I started adding content about subjects that interest me as a person did I start to make some small but valuable connections. Marketing a book means marketing myself and the story I want to tell, not the background it takes place in.

Lesson learned: Confidence needs aim.

5. Assuming the quality of my book would be a factor

Knowing how many famous writers faced many rejections in their lifetime, I figured it might just be a matter of time before my book would land under the eyes of the right publisher.

While the quality of my book will no doubt be a factor in its eventual success, quality is like fuel lacking a flame. It takes an audience for publishers to take note.

Regardless of my unnecessary responses to my reviews, all of those reviews have been incredibly helpful to me. They helped me create an infinitely better book.

Those writers we see in movies tend to craft their classics in isolation. My reality is that my book didn’t start to shine until my audience became involved.

Lesson learned: I takes your audience to build your book.

Bonus mistake:

Doubt

Despite what you might think after reading about my mistakes, marketing is a lot of fun for me, in part because of the mistakes. I find the only thing holding me back sometimes is doubt.

There are millions of books on Amazon.

It’s easy feeling small when you are.

Lesson learned: Confidence is the best decision

Hopefully my mistakes will be as helpful to you as they have been to me. I for one am glad I made them.

Maybe you have experience with marketing hick-ups as well; share in the comments section. Or maybe you think writing a post about my mistakes is a mistake.

About the Author:
Lennard van Ree Originally a therapist, Lennard van Ree ventured into music composition and script writing and even wore a suit and tie as an HR manager for a while before becoming a full-time writer.

You can find out more about him on Twitter