Book Festivals – Are they Worth it?

2012 Book Fair

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.

Zero.

Nada.

Zilch.

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.

Do you?

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.

Spending money.

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.

 

Is There Bias Against Unknown Authors When it Comes to Advertising?

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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?

Egad! Where’s My E-Book?

Last Tuesday was my birthday. And although I am happy to have reached another year of life, I am upset about something and have been for almost four months.

The e-book version of my novel. The Kindle version, to be more precise.

When my first novel, Relations, was published, it was available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million and Abbott Press among other retailers.

Fast-forward to November 2016 and it’s gone from Amazon.

Why?

The paperback and hardcover versions are still available on Amazon but the Kindle version is nowhere to be found.

Like I said, that was in November 2016 when I found out and I still don’t know why.

To say that I’ve been a bit perturbed about it would be an understatement because my publisher has known about this since August 2016. Maybe even longer.

And if I hadn’t stumbled on this issue, I probably wouldn’t even know about it now.

Authors should be able to get information about any issues(?) with their books without a lot of rigmarole.

I would’ve appreciated a letter or an e-mail, even.

It’s still available as an e-book through Barnes and Noble, Abbott Press and other online websites so what could the issue be? More information has been leaked about the White House than about why it’s no longer available on Amazon.

It’s infuriating–they’ve got all the information they need about us–they’ve practically got my blood type and mother’s maiden name but when you make inquiries, all-of-a-sudden, you’re persona non grata or something.

Depending on who I talk to, there doesn’t seem to be any constructive advice given regarding how I (actually they) will be rectifying this conundrum.

If there was, my birthday wish will have been granted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Labyrinth©

Image by Pexels*

Have you ever wondered how you could see more than one side to an issue?

How about three sides?

 

Meet Clark Johnson:

“Women. Does anyone understand them?

Treat ’em right but does it matter? They still don’t know what they want.”

 

Coming soon!

The Love Labyrinth by Pamela D. Beverly

* Disclaimer: This is not the actual cover.

An Excerpt from The Love Labyrinth©

Image Credit: Pixels*

 

     “Come here, Rodney,” Wayne called. “Let me get to that head of yours.”

     “While you’re doing that, I think I’ll go to the post office and get some stamps,” Noelle

said, going to the hall closet to get her coat.

     Wayne peeked his head out of the kitchen. “I have some in my wallet.”

     Noelle took her coat off the hanger and closed the door. Slipping it on, she replied,

“That’s okay. I want to get some air anyway.”

     “Suit yourself.”

     She went upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed her purse, then left the house.

     Noelle went to the post office and afterwards, got back into her car and drove around

aimlessly, not wanting to go back home right away. She reviewed the events of the past

evening in her mind. Her exchanges with Wayne had been sparse when he arrived home.

They’d shared a brief kiss and embrace, then Noelle had gone to warm up his dinner while

Wayne spent time with the kids.

     After he had eaten, the children were asleep and they had prepared for bed. Noelle had

taken a long, leisurely bath and was dismayed to discover that Wayne was still awake when

she entered their bedroom.

     “Junior told me that you gave him some pointers on how to write a good book report and

that he got a B on it.”

     “Yes, he did a good job.” Noelle climbed into bed and after turning out the lamp on her

nightstand, turned on her side, away from him.

     “You deserve some credit,” Wayne countered with gentleness.

    “I didn’t do it for him. He’s a bright boy. All he needed was a little coaching.” She

wanted to go to sleep. She felt his warm hand brush the hair away from her ear and her

body gave an involuntary shiver.

     Wayne kissed her neck, pulling her gently into his embrace. “You just can’t take a

compliment, can you?”

     She tried to wriggle out of it. “Maybe because I’m not used to them anymore. Wayne,

I’m really sleepy.”

     “Baby, it’s been almost two weeks. I’ve been getting home late or out of town and

lately, you’re always tired.”

     “Well, I’m sorry, but you know the boys can be a handful. Especially when you’re not at

home …”

     He continued to kiss her, running his hands all over her body. “Just a little bit, baby?”

     I can’t believe you! Noelle seethed inside. We’ve barely spoken since you’ve gotten home and

you’ve got the nerve to use our secret code for wanting to make love, one we both haven’t used in a

very long time. I ought to slap you. Here I’ve been frustrated for so long, waiting for you to show me

a bit of genuine affection.

     “Wayne, we need to talk.” She continued to struggle against him.

     Slipping his hands beneath her nightshirt, Wayne whispered, “Later.”

     Against her better instincts, Noelle yielded to the overpowering desire for her

husband’s affection. You sure know how to push my buttons, she thought weakly, despising

herself.

     There were no further protests.

     Forcing her mind back to the present, Noelle thought with despair, I should’ve told him

no. Simple sex is not going to fix this thing.

     I’m on a road leading nowhere.

 

*Disclaimer: This is not the actual cover.

 

Be on the lookout for my sizzling second novel, The Love Labyrinth©

by Pamela D. Beverly, on Amazon.com and other online retailers soon!

Share Your World – January 29, 2017

Do you prefer juice or fruit? I love orange juice but it doesn’t like me so much anymore. I have to say that I like both equally–I like eating fresh pineapple but I don’t care for pineapple juice that much. I love grape juice and I also like grapes. So it just depends.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it? I guess it was considered a medium-sized city, although I lived on the outskirts of it (Washington, DC). I never paid that much attention to it. I knew many of the kids and grown-ups in my neighborhood or knew of them so in a sense, it was like a small town. I liked it because of that reason.

If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use? I would say off-white, brick-red, granite-gray and green. I lived in a large apartment complex which consisted of a number of mid-rise brick  buildings in an off-white color, with brick-reddish insets. Apartments were on three sides of us. In front of our building and the attached building was a large parking lot consisting of asphalt where the residents parked as well as in the playground, which I don’t think is allowed these days. Green would be the trees interspersed here and there around the complex. This photo doesn’t do the place justice; however, all of the photos I had neighbors in them so I’m using this one to protect their privacy.

Ways to relax list: Make a list of what relaxes you helps you feel calm.

  1. Writing.
  2. Listening to music.
  3. Resting after a workout.
  4. Watching TV although some programs can actually make me feel tense, like the news, lol!

Optional Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I’m thankful that the deer that collided with my car didn’t wind up in my lap! As for this week, I’m looking forward to finishing up some work pertaining to my second novel.

 

 

 

Close Encounter of the Rudolph Kind or a Funny Thing Happened to Me on the Way to the Grocery Store

And it wasn’t even Christmas!

I think he (the deer) made it off to the other side of the highway all right. I didn’t see any evidence of him after he “flew” over my car’s roof. At least I’m hoping that’s what happened and that he rested in the woods somewhere after our “meeting” and then went on about his business.

One of the reasons I haven’t been blogging  much lately.

Three Line Tales – A Fatal Underestimation

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Election 2016

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Hard to believe.

Among the turning of

the leaves,

we will be choosing

a President

of the United States.

Amongst the chaos

and the strife,

the fussing

and the fighting,

we’ll be doing the picking.

Time’s a-ticking.

What do you think?

Do you think our choices stink?

The road’s been long

and hard.

Frankly, I’m tired of this “race.”

I’m glad to see the quickened pace.

Although only one candidate

will win,

it’s scary to realize

this is only the start

of what will at least be

a

four

year

bid.

Copyright by Pamela D. Beverly