The 800lb Gorilla In The Room

Well, I have to face something that I’ve been trying to ignore since April. The 800 lb gorilla in the room, so to speak.


I know that I should have contests and all sorts of fun things. The problem is I have no idea how to go about it. My publisher has sent out to all the authors a form that we need to fill out laying out our marketing plans. Book signings? That would work if I had books in print with them, but even if I did, I live in a tiny NH town. We have a bookstore, but its selection of romance is confined to one skinny shelf. Sure, I’m a local author, but I live in a town that is the home to the MacDowell Colony, a gathering spot of famous authors and artists for the past 100 years. They are the types of authors who get book signings here.

No, I’m not bitter. I just know that I have to come out of my semi anti-social shell and talk to people.

So, I have to sit down and work out a marketing plan. Get my yahoo group up and going, make some banners for my books, get my name out there.

And I’ve also come to the time where I have to get back to my edits of That Kind of Magic. I’ve given myself a break from it, have done a bunch of writing on my other wip which I’m really liking, but I want to have TKOM submitted somewhere before November. Next week is a new week and a time for fresh starts.
On the Dad front, he’s settled into a nursing home but not pleased with it at all. He knows that he needs to be there though, at least until he has his strength back. He’s bored to death though. He can get up and walk around a bit but he’s mostly in his room. How much tv can one man watch? He doesn’t want to read, but he’ll listen to his music. Not a very stimulating existence. I can’t wait til he’s home.


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