Image Credit: Virginia Festival of the Book
Yesterday I participated in a local book festival.
Can’t get those six hours back.
A big goose egg.
And no, the photo above is not from the book festival I was a part of yesterday although I did attend that festival about five years ago.
At yesterday’s festival, there were probably more author and vendors than customers. And from what I could see from my table, those that were there weren’t buying much. Those authors lucky enough to have any sales seemed to be children’s authors.
Is it the demographic? I’m wondering. The genre? I don’t know.
Or is just basically a crapshoot?
The hours I spent writing, editing, proofreading, having my manuscript proofread, edited, formatted, deciding on a cover design, working on my blog, marketing.
Lots of moo-lah.
Why? What’s my motivation?
I’m starting to wonder ’cause this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve participated in several with my first book, albeit costly when I add up the cost versus what I actually sold.
As for yesterday’s book festival, it’s not like I didn’t try to help the cause. I advertised it on my Twitter, Google+, Facebook and Amazon Author Pages several times as the time grew near.
Where’s the support? The readers?
How about where you live? What are your thoughts?
Are people coming out?
Are they buying?
Is there simply too many books on the market?
I’d like to know.
Image credit: Google
Let me preface my post by first stating that I think that the concept of Goodreads is an excellent one–to bring readers and authors together. To that, I have no dispute.
And I know, it’s free to join.
I recently published by second novel, The Love Labyrinth. I’ve been a member of Goodreads since mid-2012, about the same time I published by debut novel, Relations. I hosted two giveaways in the past but I was eager to find other ways to advertise on the site for my new book. Well, it is very expensive, at least for me and I told them so. Heck, some of us haven’t even sold enough books to pay for the work it took to have it published (editing, covers, etc.)
Now don’t get the impression that I don’t spend money for advertisements. I have done so in the past and I am currently doing so with my second book. I expect to pay. Something. However, the placement and advertisement of books on Goodreads’ website seem to be geared to those authors that are already well-known, best-selling authors or authors well on their way to being both well-known and best-selling. And if I had the kind of the money they expect us to fork over, I’d probably be both, too.
Therein lies my dismay. How then, do those of us authors who aren’t well-known or best-selling yet, get exposure and play with the big boys of the literary world?
Why can’t it be more equitable for us all?
What do you think, fellow authors and readers? New authors or those of us who are trying to make our way in the industry of writing and self-publishing, cannot afford to spend thousands of dollars to advertise on Goodreads or anywhere else for that matter, sometimes on one ad. Don’t even get me started on why advertising costs so much in the first place or we’ll be here all night.
So, in essence, our voices are muffled, purely based on economic opportunity and not on talent. And well-known/best-selling authors continue to have an advantage. Their ads are seen and ours aren’t, because we can afford to purchase them in the first place.
How about you? Do you think there is bias in advertising when it comes to authors? Or do you think I’m barking up the wrong tree?
Image Credit: Annie Spratt
Got the inspiration for this little tale from Bikurgurl at https://bikurgurl.com/2017/01/12/three-line-tales-waiting/
Here’s my two cents. Or should I say, three line tale:
I tried to smile
although upon my entrance, the recluse I thought harmless
double-bolted the front door.
Pamela D. Beverly
Hard to believe.
Among the turning of
we will be choosing
of the United States.
Amongst the chaos
and the strife,
and the fighting,
we’ll be doing the picking.
What do you think?
Do you think our choices stink?
The road’s been long
Frankly, I’m tired of this “race.”
I’m glad to see the quickened pace.
Although only one candidate
it’s scary to realize
this is only the start
of what will at least be
Copyright by Pamela D. Beverly
My inspiration comes from blogger Bikurgurl (and Sonya’s as well) three-line tales challenge, https://bikurgurl.com/2016/10/22/three-line-tales-stone-cold/comment-page-1/#comment-2511.
Although remote, the windswept lighthouse
would afford him a place
to lay low from the law.
Tell us a little about yourself.
I grew up in Washington, DC and am the youngest of five siblings. I am a Federal government employee by day, with over 32 years under my belt. I love to read and am thankful that the e-book came about (to contain my book collection) although I still buy plenty of physical books. I like to travel, read, garden and I dabble in photography. I hope to one day produce a coffee table book of, or a coloring book based from, some of my photos.
I know you and you’ve never been interested in writing. What made you write this book?
I have wanted to write a book for a long time. In past attempts, the topic just didn’t seem right – I didn’t feel like I had a “novel” inside of me. So I asked myself, what is the one thing that always makes me happy; that would be fun to write about. There, in front of my face was my collection of stuffed animals. Some of them I’ve had since I was five years old, and they’ve really made me happy over the years. There are four characters in my book – a giraffe, an owl, a turtle, and a monkey. Two of the characters, the owl and the turtle, I’ve had since I was at least five years old – and they look like I’ve had them that long. The giraffe, Raffi, I crocheted about four years ago when I was teaching myself how to read crochet patterns, and I have a collection of about 30 monkeys, so I had to have one of my monkeys in the book.
What is the name of the book?
Raffi and Friends – The Lunch Box Mystery.
Without giving too much away, what is the book about?
The book is about Raffi, the giraffe, who loves to eat grilled cheese sandwiches (so much so, he could eat them every day) who loses his lunch box with his grilled cheese sandwiches inside. Raffi’s three best friends – Owie the Owl, Torrey the Turtle, and Marlon Monroe the Monkey use their individual qualities while helping him search for his missing lunch box.
What do you hope the readers of your book learn from reading it?
I hope my book can help teach young children basic, wholesome qualities associated with being a good friend.
That’s so sweet. Where can people purchase or pre-order copies of the book?
The book is available in paperback on Amazon.com. The link is https://www.amazon.com/Raffi-Friends-Lunch-Box-Mystery/dp/0997801700/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1475874088&sr=8-1&keywords=raffi+and+friends
Returning from a weeklong cruise, I find myself being introspective. Maybe I’m just getting older (aren’t we all?) but whenever I gazed at the ship I sailed on or the airplane I flew on, I kept thinking, mankind (and this goes without saying that women are included in this) is skilled in so many areas. I mean, the fact that man designed something as massive as a 165,000 ton ship that can move 6,000 people to different parts of the world in a matter of days in itself is astounding. Something so large yet it can float.
While eating, I would observe numerous families consisting of many nationalities, eating or interacting with the staff, who were also from all over the world.
Therefore, it boggles my mind when I continue to read about violence here in the U.S. as well as other parts of the world. It is so senseless.
Why is this?
A man in the nearby town of Temple Hills, Maryland, shot two firefighters, killing one and critically injuring the other, after they came to his residence on a welfare check. It is unclear at this time whether he thought that it was a home invasion or whether they introduced themselves or forced their way in but it asks the question: When did we get like this, everyone scared of everyone else? The motto nowadays is to shoot, stab, beat-up, you name it first and ask questions later.
When will mankind get itself together and learn to live, play and work together like we did on that huge ship I was on, a microcosm of the world at large?
I hope it is soon.