Graphics Goodie

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Taking a break from yard work. It’s so stinkin’ hot out there today, I was getting dizzy. So, came in and made this, just for fun. Please feel free to share! 🙂 In fact, if you haven’t shared anything in recent days, I encourage you to scroll through the last week’s posts and share to your heart’s content. We will all appreciate it, and we’ll do the same for you. Have a great rest of the weekend!

Graphic Stuff Again!

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Took down the earlier graphic because I had to change something, so thought I’d share this one with you, instead. This will come as no surprise to some of you (Ned Hickson), but I really enjoyed writing a book where the main guy looked pretty much  like Thor. Okay, not in full Viking regalia, maybe…but definitely Thor-ish. In blue jeans. With shorter hair. And no beard. But other than that…Thor! Something that my heroine definitely noticed the first time she saw him, though she was pretty sure she hated him, anyway. (Silly woman.)

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Took a Break, and Made Another

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I haven’t done any graphics work at all in so long, even the most basic made me stop and think. Probably a sign I should get back to doing a bit more of it, before I forget how to work the program. Enjoy. And feel free to share this one, too, thanks. (Post one of yours, and I’ll pass it on, too.)

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Building That Local Readership

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Happy Tewe’s Day, Everyone! Sure has been quiet around here, so guess it’s time for me to put my writing aside for a bit and give a shout out to all you wonderful contributors, and a welcome to all new members. We are growing at a pretty nice clip!

I’ve posted before on increasing sales and name recognition through building a local readership, but just wanted to touch on that again. When you are new to the game, like I am, every single sale is a celebration, so I’m always looking for ideas. As I’ve mentioned before, my second series is set here in central Florida, in a fictional town called Riverbend. I’ve carefully placed Riverbend between two very real small Florida towns, and I’ve mentioned both in the books. Plus, my main characters in Book 1, Swamp Ghosts, were inspired by a real life couple, which gave me the opportunity to thank them in my Author Acknowledgements at the end of the book, and to link to their very popular eco tours on the  St. Johns River. This is all by way of letting you know that I have a perfect set up for reaching local readers via local businesses.

Some of this was pure happenstance, but in Book 2 of the series, Hunter, I’ve looked for chances to mention places and small business (only where appropriate to the story, mind you) that people living here will recognize. The upshot of all of this is that I have been asked to give Meet the Author presentations by several local venues, and I now have my books for sale in two more area gift shops.

Will I get rich doing this? Well, in a word, no. Even though I sign and sell books at every event, and one of my shops is doing a bang up  job of selling for me, as well, it won’t amount to what I’ll sell in eBooks during the same time period. But I look at it as an unqualified success anyway. First of all, there’s name recognition being built. This is advertising that doesn’t cost me a thing, and even manages to make a wee bit of profit for me with each sale. Name recognition translates to more sales on amazon, as readers who enjoy this Florida series look to see what else I’ve written, and tell their neighbors about my books.

And then there’s that magic phrase, Word of Mouth. I think I’ll work it up in needlepoint and hang it on my wall. In spite of all the dollars spent on advertising, word of mouth is still the number one reason people buy books. You can’t beat it, and anything that garners it for you is GOLD.

And last…meeting your readers is FUN. Pure, plain, and simple. Nothing makes me feel better than talking to people who have read my books and enjoyed them, or are looking forward to reading them, because they heard they were good. That’s when I know all the long hours at the computer were worth it. I thoroughly enjoy every chance I get to talk books in general, anyway, and the people I meet at signings are just the icing on the cake!

If you can think of any way to get your books, and yourself, “out there” in your local area, I highly recommend giving it a try. If nothing else, it will get you out from behind your desk for a few hours. And if all goes well, you’ll start building a local market for your work at the same time.

Excerpt from CH 5 of Swamp Ghosts

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Kind of quiet tonight, so here’s a longish one from Swamp Ghosts. (Thought I’d show you that I do know how to write scenes that aren’t totally weird and disturbing.) Gunnar Wolfe is a wildlife photographer who has hired Maggie Devlin to guide him into some pretty inaccessible backwater areas, in search of rare birds and animals. He’s never set foot in a canoe before, and denies he’s afraid of boats, but he admits he does not want to end up in that black, black water. This is his first canoe lesson with Maggie, who was raised on the river, and knows it like the back of her hand. So far, she’s less than impressed with Gunn, immense size and Norwegian good looks notwithstanding.

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SUNDAY MORNING arrived looking like a picture out of a travel brochure. A buttery yellow sun beamed down from a cloudless swath of blue sky, and the trees along the river were that jewel-like shade of green you only see in early summer. I watched Gunn as he surveyed the boat launch. “You sure you don’t want to do a dry run on land first?”

“Maggie, I’d feel silly standing over there under a tree, getting in and out of the canoe, instead of just launching it here, like anyone else. I’m sure I can do this.”

“Okay, Thor. Your funeral,” I muttered.

Gunn’s eyes widened. “Excuse me? Thor? Did you just call me Thor?”

I looked up from the cooler I was arranging in the stern of the canoe in order to offset his weight in the front. “Oh, please don’t tell me I’m the only one to ever call you that.”

He was put out. More so than I expected, though to be honest, I had been trying to get a rise out of him. His perpetual good humor was getting on my nerves this early in the morning.

“Actually, you are.” Now he had a definite scowl on his face.

“You’re kidding, right? I mean, look at you.”

He was growing redder, and his smile was ancient history, now. Hmmm. This was a different, and unexpected, side to Gunnar Wolfe.

“I beg your pardon? Look at me? What are you talking about?”

“Gunn, for Pete’s sake. You look just like the guy. You know? The guy from the Avenger movies?” Continue reading

Excerpt from Swamp Ghosts

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You guys have been warned. If nobody else is posting excerpts (and maybe even if they ARE), I’ll fill in the blanks for the whole week. I’ve got 3 novels and a book of poetry out, plus a new work in progress. I have LOTS I can share. Creepy stuff, like this prologue, romantic scenes, funny scenes, scenes from the 60’s, scenes with no redeeming social value at all…you get the picture. And without further ado, here…in its entirety, because there’s really no good place to break this one…is the prologue from Swamp Ghosts. When someone else posts today, I’ll split it to take up less room. For now, it’s all right here on the main page. 😀 Enjoy! Shiver, if you like. It’s encouraged. (And you have my permission to buy the book to see what else happens. 😀 Link is at the bottom.)

THE CAR BUMPED and rocked as he drove down the rutted dirt road, steering by a wash of silver light from the gibbous moon. Only a few more nights until it was completely full, making the road nearly as bright as it would be by day, but there was still enough light tonight to see that the way ahead was clear—except for the tall grasses and weeds, indicating no one had driven the road in a long time. That was all the visibility he needed. Not much chance of meeting anyone along such a remote stretch of river, anyway, especially since the state had bought this entire tract of land a few years ago, and chained off all the roads, posting No Access signs everywhere. Still, he wasn’t going to tempt fate by turning on his headlights. Not with what he was carrying in the back on this summer night.

Should be nearing the old canoe launch any time now. Continue reading

My Fabulous Day Yesterday!

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The Naiad, Inspiration for the Undine in Swamp Ghosts
I swiped this photo from the St. Johns River Eco Tours FB Page
Go there to book a tour for yourself, and see how much fun it is.

You folks who know me best, know I’m very seldom out of the house these days. In a frenzy to tell my stories while I still remember what words are, I mostly spend my days at the computer, writing or researching. But yesterday, they LET ME OUT! Woohooo! The wonderful Captain Jeanne Bell of the St. Johns River Eco  Tours and her wildlife  photographer husband,  Doug Little, invited me to go along on TWO of their tours. And what a great time it was!

The weather was sunny and beautiful. Okay, I was hot, since it was well over 80 degrees out, but you can’t go by me. I haven’t been cool since 1972, and I mean that in every sense of the word. But most people were very comfortable, and the blue skies and brilliant green spring foliage made the trip simply breathtaking. And we saw it ALL, folks. Lots and lots of alligators, from some no more than a foot long, to a few truly big, big boys, and every size in between. All the usual wading birds were out–white ibis galore, little blue herons, great egrets, snowy egrets and quite a few giant wood storks. We even spotted a purple gallinule on the morning tour. But the highlight of the trip for me was when Doug called up several barred owls who came when he whistled, and put on a show for us. It was spectacular, and something I’d not seen him do on any of my earlier trips.

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And of course, because they are so supportive and understand the benefits of networking to each other’s mutual benefit, Doug did his spiel about how he and Captain Jeanne were the inspiration for my book, Swamp Ghosts, and I had a chance to address each group and talk a bit about my book, and my experiences in tackling writing and self-publishing at my age, with no prior training in either. We had a drawing after each tour, and the winners got a copy of my first book, Wake-Robin Ridge, plus an assortment of my custom tea blends I’ve been making up and naming for characters in my books. I sold and signed some books, and all in all, consider the day to have been everything I hoped for, and more!

We’ve been chatting a bit about building local readerships, and I just wanted to share one way to make it work. Here are a few pictures of things we saw, though these weren’t taken yesterday. If I get any that were, I’ll pass them along. (I was too busy having fun to take pics myself.)

THINGS WE SAW

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Lots of these.

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A few of these.

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Even a few of these…

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But none of these! (Read Swamp Ghosts, and you’ll find out why not.)

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Some of these.

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More of these

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Kajillions of both of these…

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But only ONE of these.

We saw a whole lot more, but I have to stop somewhere. To see for yourself, check out

St. Johns River Eco Tours. You’ll have a fantastic time!

Win a Free Signed Copy of Swamp Ghosts…

 

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…just for being among the first twenty people to sign up for my Mail List.  Yep. Sign up for my monthly mail list HERE, and you’ll not only be the first to know about promotions, contests, and news from Wake-Robin Ridge, North Carolina,  and Riverbend, Florida, but you’ll win a signed copy of Swamp Ghosts, which is Book 1 of the Riverbend series. Don’t miss out. Click on the link at the top right of this page, and sign up today. (The winners might even find one or two little surprises tucked in with their copies of Swamp Ghosts.) Do it today! You KNOW you wanna! 🙂

Swamp Ghosts Excerpt

A man was walking down the floating pier, reading the name of each boat he approached. A really big man. Big enough that his weight caused the pier to bob up and down, which seemed to worry him, if his frown was anything to go by. Continue reading