Wednesday Words: Dark

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupToday’s #1lineWed theme is DARK. So many different ways to go with this theme. However, since I’m doing some editing (older project that came off Kindle Unlimited and is going live to multiple sales channels) I decided to write something new. These characters popped up during last Saturday’s #FlashMobWrites challenge. This isn’t the whole scene, but it’s enough, I think. 😉 This will become a Nightriders novella at some point so enjoy!
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Leigh Daniels didn’t hate the dark. Not really. But driving down a two-lane road on the outskirts of the Dallas metroplex at 6:00 am on a cold winter morning was not on her Top 10 Fun Things To Do On The Job list. At least she hadn’t been up all night putting out the warehouse fire. Nope. They waited to call her until she’d finally snuggled under her down comforter after being up all night at the scene of a suspicious house fire.

Fog swirled in front of her headlights and she wished, not for the first time, that she’d driven her POV instead of the department’s POS. Personally Owned Vehicles were infinitely better than Pieces Of Shit. Her Toyota had fog lamps and four-wheel drive. The arson squad’s sedan was ten years old and its headlights barely penetrated the night.

A shadow darted across the road right in front of her. Animal. She slammed on the brakes, fought the vehicle and tires grabbed for traction. A thump. The car shuddered. Tires lost traction as wheels locked. And then she was holding on for dear life as the POS bounced off the road, careened across the rough-grade shoulder and stopped.

Leigh slowly released the steering wheel and blood returned to her fingers. Had she hit the dog? Her red sedan listed to one side, nose down in the bar ditch. Unbuckling, she pushed the door open and leveraged herself out, stepped back about five feet and bit back a string of curse words. There was no way she’d be able to drive out.

She reached into the front seat to snag her handheld radio. She should have been on the fire scene twenty minutes ago. The guys from Station 58 had been standing around in the rainy fog waiting for her. Before she could radio in to Dispatch, the roar of a big motorcycle echoed in the fog. Moving further from the roadbed, Leigh watched the ghostly bike appear, roar past, and then disappear.

Except it didn’t. The motorcycle reappeared through the dark, driving the wrong way back toward her on the shoulder. As an arson investigator, she was cleared to carry a sidearm but guns were not her thing. She counted on her colleagues and the cops for backup if there was a situation where a weapon might be needed.

She was really regretting that decision now.

He tossed his leg over his Harley and stalked toward her. He was six feet four inches and 240 pounds of Do Whatever the Hell He Wanted. His dark, shaggy hair had been combed by the wind. His eyes, color to be determined, were hooded. Fog drifted between them, almost as thick as smoke and then he was there, suddenly, feet braced, massive arms crossed over his chest, black leather jacket stretched to capacity.

“Having trouble?”

Great. The guy was a master of the understatement, not to mention that if his name was Trouble, she wouldn’t mind having some. She flicked her hand toward the car. “You could say that.”
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Yeah, Leigh is looking at trouble and his name is Smoke. 😉

Anybody else got some dark words to share?

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Tuesday Tips – Marketing

mobile phone and booksSince I have no recipe for a Treat and no books for Titles or a Temptation or a Tease, I’m going to talk, at least briefly, about some marketing things I heard over the weekend. Sadly, the presenter didn’t really get into much depth, more a scattershot of “This is what I’ve done, am doing, some have worked better than others, your mileage may vary.” Still, there are some ideas I hadn’t considered and so I thought I’d pass them along.

1) Know where you’re going.
This first item is something of a no-brainer, but still something I need to remind myself about periodically. I start out a year with a publishing plan. But it’s a writing plan in that I know I want to write A, B, C books. But I tend to write the next book that’s calling to me and maybe not the next book that will make more money. Hey, yes, I’m a creative type but this is a job. My job. I’m in it to make money while I tell stories people want to read. Well, hopefully, they want to read!

2) Be aware of changes and be prepared to change.
The presenter, while she’d been making expenses with the books she was called to write, like many of us started seeing a slump in her sales. She writes inspirational women’s fiction. Her husband is in marketing so he started looking at what was selling. They found a genre that seems to be growing, she sat down and wrote a short novel in the genre and bingo. It’s taken off. This is one advantage to self-publishing. We can still write the books we’re called to write but as professionals, we need to be aware of the market and what’s selling. I did this with my MC series. I was really hoping to draw on the popularity of my Moonstruck books and branch out. It’s not selling as well as my Hard Target book, which rather surprises me. Maybe the market is glutted with MC romances. Who knows? Will I continue the Nightriders? Yes, because I’m called to write them. Will I write one of them next? Maybe not. I need to be poised for change.

Marketing Trends:
What’s working? Her suggestion was to follow Mark Dawson and sign up for his Facebook class. I admit I sort of tuned this out as it sounded like a commercial but I may check him out. He’s supposed to be some great self-publishing success story bringing in an average of $40K a month. *shrug*

3) Who has money?
She veered off to an anecdote about a friend who writes inspirationals for kids. If you write true YA/MG books, the kids don’t buy them, the parents do. As a writer you need to connect with the parents–the ones who have the money. Solution? Hook up with home school groups. You have to think outside the box to reach those who will buy your book. You have to figure out what people want. (See comment above about different genres.)
a. Use techonology/social media. Facebook ads have worked for her though I hear mixed messages. Build your email list/newsletter list. Have a Facebook campaign where people sign-up for your newsletter. Find lead generation companies that can work with you on “premiums” if you don’t want to do it yourself. What are premiums? Just like the toy in the Crackerjacks box, she suggested giving something exclusive to those who sign up for your newsletter. Her first book is on permafree so she gives it away. She’s hired a company to send an email with the ebook attachment to those who sign-up. Once that file has been opened, the company sends a follow-up email offering a bundle of her books for sale. Other ideas are exclusive short stories that only those who sign up get. This is an idea I want to explore more.
b. Connections. Yeah, we all need them. Connecting with other writers in your genre and cross-pollinating on social media, for example. Plus interacting with your fans and readers on social media.
c. Street teams (I keep trying but like marketing, this is something I suck at) and Facebook partues. I’ve participated in several. It’s very intense for awhile and I’m sure I could do them better but that’s an idea, especially if several authors get together.
d. Verified purchases and reviews. She gives her street team/newsletter readers a chance to buy her new release at a reduced price so they show up as a verified purchaser when leaving a review. As a reward, when someone on her email list leaves a review, she sends them a hard copy of the book. She always makes her books available in print, no matter how short they are.

4) Cover styles.
This is always an on-going discussion on the published author loops I’m on. As a self-pubber, we can change the title easy enough. She suggests authors keep a pulse on the covers of the best-selling books in our genre and change things up if sales are slumping–or never really take off to begin with.

5) Keep writing. Yeah. Pretty much a no-brainer again. Conventional and practical wisdom all point to the fact that you need to build up your back list. There’s a lot to be said for this. When my 3rd Red Dirt book releases this summer, I’ll see a resurgence in the sales of the first two because new readers will find me. I’ve found this to be true of my series. Nothing wrong with stand-alones but for someone trying to find a niche? Yeah, I’d go with series.

And last but not least,

Have goals.
Know where you’re going. Know what you’re going to do, but keep in mind that plans are subject to change. See Rule #1 and Rule #2.

So, that’s the info I have. Anyone want to add to it?

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Monday Oh-Humday

Monday again coffee girlI crack up every time I see this meme pic. This is so me most mornings but especially Monday.

So…Saturday was OKRWA chapter meeting. We had a large (for us) group. I was a bit late to the morning program but lunch was fantastic and the afternoon program was about marketing. Since I don’t have a recipe for tomorrow, I’ll do a “Tuesday Tips” type post with some of the info. For the strictly readers who visit, it won’t be that fun, but it might be enlightening. I know what meme I want to post with it and now I have to go back and find it so I can upload it to the files. 😆

Sunday was Put the House Back to Normal Day. Dining room is winter-going-on-spring now, with Christmas packed away. We use our “front” room as the dining room since turning the dining room into the library. The fireplace is in the front room but we never used it because there wasn’t enough room for seating. Works great as a dining room though. That said, the big wreath and stockings get hung on the mantel there. The outside decorations are down and packed away, but I liked having ambient light on the porch so I strung a string a 100 blue LEDs. Was cool last night. Of course, Nessie is still lit up. We keep him lit up year-round. Prevents people of trying to steal his head. I did NOT get the Christmas tree down. It’s in a corner and out of the way so it’s good for now.

Writing. After a week’s turn around on line edits/revisions followed immediately by a 48-hour turnaround on typeset edits, my brain was playing Frazzle Rock by Friday. I did manage to get a scene written for October’s secret project which won’t be secret once I get the go-ahead to announce it. I’d set a goal of 1000 words a day, 7000 words a week, and so on. I’m probably way behind. I can’t even remember where I was recording my word count now. *sigh* Ah, well. Mr. HQEd said he’d call this coming week to discuss the rest of the Red Dirt books. In the meantime, I need to work on the SSP, and get racheted up on one of the three other books I hope to write this year–one each in Nightriders, Hard Target, and Penumbra. Those are the minimum’s, plus at least 2 or 3 for Red Dirt. Plus marketing. I really got get a handle on that. Again, some info tomorrow. So…not sure which project I’ll go with first. Maybe something with a quick turn around because I still want the “compendium” volumes of the Moonstruck books. Maybe I’ll start on MOONSTRUCK: LIES. But I have to reread HUNTER’S MOON and WOLF MOON first. Hrmmm. Then again, the Nightriders are singing siren songs. *sigh*

TV. Nope. Haven’t done much watching and still no catching up. Need to get on that once reruns start again. Or I can’t find a book to read which leads me to…

Reading. I have RITA books coming this week. Yay! I’ve also read the latest book and novella in Thea Harrison’s Elder Races series. SHADOW’S END wrecked me. It’s a wonderful love story but there’s such sadness at the end for every character readers have come to love. It ends on a hopeful note and then the reader can sort of dive into LIAM TAKES MANHATTAN, about Drago’s and Pia’s son “coming of age.” It left me smiling. fangirlI then moved on to Rocki St. Claire’s BAREFOOT WITH A STRANGER. I love her romantic suspense. Period. And the next Barefoot Bay After Dark is Gabe’s story!I’ve only been waiting on Gabe since…well…too many years and books! Like Kane Rogan in Allison Brennan’s Lucy Kincaid series. Can’t wait for Kane’s book either! I then read two mostly forgettable yet oddly compelling books in desperate need of editing. I cleaned my reading palate after that with new-to-me author Lucy March’s FOR LOVE OR MAGIC, 3rd book in her Nodaway Falls series. It was fun, a little snarky, with some sniffly moments. If you like light-hearted paranormal romance with substance, you might give her a try. At the moment, I’m not reading anything. And that’s bad. 😦

So, that’s pretty much life at the moment. What’s going on in your worlds?

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Friday Sinema: Life Story

This song was used in a memorial service I attended some time ago. I made note of the title and artists, and promptly lost the note. Then I caught the song on the radio and remembered that I wanted it for one of the sountracks I write to, though I’m not sure which one. 😆 Isn’t that always the case? Most likely, it will be either a Nightrider or a Penumbra book. Anyway, today’s video is better late than never, right? Have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Peek-a-Boo

universeSince I got my line-edits done, I thought I’d have a few days to catch up on email, social media, etc. Yeah…no. Sat down last night after Baseball Boy came to pick up Stormageddon to set today’s post up and discovered a late email from my editor the typesets for THE BOSS AND HIS COWGIRL. He needs it back Friday. As in tomorrow. Ouch! But yay, too, for the quick turnaround. So you get three guesses as to what I’m doing today and the first two don’t count. 😉

I’m not going to wax poetical about this little jewel from the Universe. It pretty much speaks for itself and I thought it was cool enough I wanted to share. And yeah, it does. 😉

Did you know, Silver, that if you can see a cloud, it can see you?

Same for trees.

And beauty.

Tallyho,
The Universe

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Kind of makes you want to get out more, huh, Silver?

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Wednesday Words: Old

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupWednesday. Again. Funny how that works. I finished the line edits for THE BOSS AND HIS COWGIRL. The manuscript is headed back to Mr. HQ Editor. He really pushed me this time. That’s good. But here it is Wednesday. Again. And that means it’s time for #1LineWed. Today’s Kiss of Death theme over on Twitter is “OLD.” I had to look around for something from a WIP about “old.” I found this. It’s a snippet. From the Russian’s story. I’ll let it speak for itself.

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He was a man who would never wear a suit and tie. He was a man who would never succumb to the trappings of civilization. Wild. Fierce. Powerful in ways that made women sigh all the way down to their deeply feminine cores. This man would keep his woman safe, bring meat to the cave, and fuck her into oblivion. Danger gathered around him like shadows at midnight. I was always a little afraid of him. But never enough to walk away.

What happened was all my fault. If I’d been the one strong enough, brave enough to leave, I wouldn’t be standing here gazing at the faces around me. No one looked at me. I stood at the back, listening to the rain tap dance on my umbrella.

Nothing made sense. Not how we met. How he came to possess me. How I surrendered to him heart and soul. How his touch devoured me like flames. How, in the end, the light of his love would flicker out, leaving me in the dark.

“You don’t belong here.”

I glanced at the woman who had sidled up next to me. She obviously did, with her spiked blonde hair and patched leather jacket. Property of Easy, the patches said, the words hugging the leaping wolf with the comet’s tail. She was right. I wasn’t Nightrider property. Not anymore. Not that I’d ever been. Really. I didn’t belong, but I’d been unable to stay away.

We’d parted badly, he and I, him ripping my heart from my chest when he roared away on his Harley without a backward glance. I’d heard the news that brought me here from a little bird far too happy at sharing information guaranteed to shred my heart. Again.

So here I stood, hiding under my umbrella though the rain gave way to drizzle, watching to see if it was true. Tall, he could see over the crowd. His eyes found me like a heat-seeking missile. He recognized me, but his expression never changed. That told me all I needed to know. He was done with me. Irrevocably. I was yesterday. Old girlfriend. Old news.

Someone spoke to him and his gaze slid away. Freed from his spell, I turned, walked with an unsteady gait I blamed on the uneven terrain back to my car. I watched my feet, unwilling to trip and fall, furthering my embarrassment. I stopped when I saw the black motorcycle boots blocking my path.

Tilting both the umbrella and my head, I looked up. I’d been a cherished possession when I’d been his, back in the dark ages. He brushed two knuckles across my wet cheek as he breathed my name. “Grace.”

In self-defense, I said the first thing that came to mind. “There’s not enough rain to hide the tears.”

“Do you miss me so much, kotenok?”

Kitten. He still called me kitten. I couldn’t answer so I stepped around him, determined to leave.

He called after me, his voice curling around me like warm fingers. “Always you lied to yourself, but you could never lie to me.”

Truth, that, but I kept walking, telling one final lie to myself—that I could walk away. From my destiny. From Sergei.
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No telling when the Russian’s story will be finished. It comes to me in snippets like this so I write them down and save them. What about y’all? Who has some “old” words to share?

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Tuesday Treats: Crashed Hot Potatoes

Aussie Crash potatoesWhen I saw this posted on FB, I thought YUM! And easy peasy. However… 😆

The poster’s idea of “drizzle” and mine are totally different. Use more olive oil. And don’t boil the potatoes until they’re too soft. Then I couldn’t find my potato masher. (I had an antique one but it’s missing in action.) I used a large fork which worked fine. And I didn’t have fresh herbs so I used what was in the cabinet–basil and parsley. Despite some of the goofs, they did turn out to be pretty darn yummy. So, here are the instructions just as I stole them off FB.

Just boil some baby potatoes (I used red) until fork tender. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Drizzle olive oil on a baking sheet, set potatoes on sheet and using a potato masher, gently smash each potato down, rotating masher both ways (so it looks like a thick cookie). Drizzle with olive oil, season with salt/pepper and sprinkle cut fresh herbs and garlic over each. THEN top with some lovely grated Parmesan cheese. Bake for 20 minutes. OMG…crispy on the outside, soft in the middle, salty, garlicky, herby and cheesy goodness. I need to make more now!!

Oh, I also used what we call “new potatoes” which are the small red-skinned ones. I need to have an Aussie character so s/he can introduce this dish in one of my books. 😉

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Monday Squared

IgnoreMondayCatI wish I could but I sort of took the weekend off. Saturday was a stay-in-bed-read-and-nap day. All day. I’m still fighting this stupid respiratory crud. I should have been working the edits my editor sent for THE BOSS AND HIS COWGIRL. I’m not quite half-way done and it’s due back this Wednesday. So far, he’s really liked most of it. This is good. Between lack of sleep and med head, I’m not sure I can do justice to a major revision.

We had snow Saturday. Sort of. Not enough to freeze on the roads but enough to sort of cover the ground. It was cloudy and cold and a good day to stay in bed. As noted above. Yesterday, I slept in, did some research for a project, wrote this blog, and got a little editing in.

Reading: I did some. Two Thea Harrison books–the latest in her Elder Races series. SHADOW’S END left me in tears. LIAM TAKES MANHATTAN helped a little. I also read an historical anthology, THE LAST CHANCE CHRISTMAS BALL with Mary Jo Putney and Jo Beverly headlining. There were 8 stories and this is the first anthology I’ve read in awhile where I enjoyed all of them. The editor deserves massive kudos. I’m not a big historical reader but I saw this in either a new release or recommend book list and it caught my attention. My library had a copy so…*snatch*. I’m glad I did. I know I’ve read some other stuff but without Goodreads open or my Kindle, I couldn’t tell you. I’m ahead on my GR reading challenge so that’s good.

TV: Haven’t watched THE SHANNARA CHRONICLES yet. I should probably do that before the next episode to see if I want to continue DVRing it. While I haven’t read the books, I found it interesting that the author of the series is consulting in the production. I’m waiting for THE MAGICIANS on SyFy (sort of a dark and contemporary Harry Potter is college age) and LUCIFER on Fox. Yes, that Lucifer. He moves to LA and wreaks havoc. Fun times! Both start around the 25th, I think.

And that’s about the sum total of my week, weekend, and whatnot. The coming week is edits, getting health back to normal, and hopefully, the continuation of the proposal for RDR#7. And more reading. I also need to pick out an audiobook for my free credit from Audible for January. Anybody have suggestions?

What did y’all do this weekend? Any plans for the upcoming week? Whatever you do, stay healthy!

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Friday Sinema: BACON!

I hate when I have “med head” and the post gets scheduled for the wrong time. Still, this video makes me laugh. A lot. And is worth waiting for–and watching again if you’ve already seen it. This kid has it going on, and boy, is he right! Have a great weekend, everyone. I’ll be slaving away at line edits and revisions on THE BOSS AND HIS COWGIRL and I can’t wait to reveal the cover. It’s perfect! 😀

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Thursday Thoughts: The Universe Rings in 2016

winter glitter True story. I got this note from the universe back on January 1, 2015. I meant to use it for the first Thursday Thoughts to come along and didn’t. So I left it my draft folder. And when I needed a thought for today, guess what I found. So here’s what the Universe had to say a year ago. Only I changed the dates. But it’s message is still the same. So this year? My theme is definitely DREAM BIGGER! Who’s gonna dream big with me?

I want you to know, Silver, that I’ve ordered up another year for you.

Think I’ll call it 2016.

I’m going to put most of the same people from 2015 in it, since you all think so much alike. But there’ll also be a few new, very cool cats coming to play – give them some time to grow up though.

And I’m going to have things start off pretty much exactly where they left off in 2015, for continuity’s sake. Flips folks out too much when I don’t.

All in all, 366 more days in paradise and only one request of you:

DREAM BIGGER.

Coolio?

Let’s do this,
The Universe
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