All my books are on sale for 99¢ on Amazon through Saturday. Pick your poison!
I’m ready to publish my book. Now what?
So do a lot of customers. They hate paying good money for these books and feel they deserve a higher standard of quality. Of course they do! I’m one of them and there’s something we can do about it.
Did you know Amazon added a link for readers to report bad formatting issues? It’s located at the very bottom of the Kindle ebook edition page for each book.
How embarrassing. The last thing I want is to be reported for bad formatting or screw a reader. I also want to be taken seriously as a writer and self-publisher, so I made the effort to learn how to format an ebook myself.
It wasn’t easy. It took me a week. I cussed a lot during the process, but once I figured it out, the time was worth it.
I found the simplest way is to customize the STYLES MENU in Microsoft Word with my preferred headings and paragraph indents and spacing. Amazon also provides a free guide – Building Your Book for Kindle – which is an excellent step-by-step tutorial, and I use it to set up the table of contents. There are minor changes I make to the Kindle formatting for Nook and the other epub files, but once I learned the process, it’s piece of cake to publish now. And it doesn’t cost me a dime.
I must be the worst marketer ever…
If you know my bio, you know I’m a traveler. I love the sound of a new place. The lilting chorus of a different language echoing in the background, the mosaic of street noises and the chapel bells or calls to prayer pealing in the distance. So when the supposed lazy retreat of San Miguel de Allende beckoned, I booked a week at a hillside B&B located on a steep cobblestoned lane for a week.
Nothing is as it seems in San Miguel de Allende (like in my newest book, Twisted Two-Step. LOL!) Sure, the city is picturesque, at least what I saw of it. It’s also a designated UNESCO World Heritage Site and populated by a host of American and Canadian expats, so the place had to be good, right?
Wrong! SMA has a secret and I was shocked. Shell-shocked!
It turns out it’s customary to set off fireworks to celebrate special occasions. Birthdays, christenings, holidays, anniversaries, anything, and from the moment I arrived until fleeing 15 hours later, the cherry bombs and an array of loud fireworks boomed throughout the town.
Okay, to be fair, I happened to be there over Mother’s Day, which is one of the biggest celebrations in Mexico. If it was just for a day, I could handle it. But the onslaught lasted into the wee hours of the morning and started again in the wee hours of the morning. Plus, another couple staying at the B&B, who couldn’t sleep either, admitted the bombardment had been going on and off the whole week they were there.
I’ve been to towns all over Mexico and had never encountered the practice. You’d think the residents would be as pissed as me and maybe put some laws in place. But the owner of the B&B confirmed there was nothing to stop the barrage, so me and the hubs fled to Cuernavaca, a city south of Mexico City, and then to Coyoácan, a suburb of Mexico City, where we didn’t hear another firecracker.
It just goes to show you. You never know. Be ready for the unexpected, like what you find behind these walls.
When I finally had the chance to spend my days writing books, I jumped at it. I left my job on a Friday, partied a little on the weekend, and then dove right in on Monday morning. And I haven’t stopped since.
I wrote my first romance novel, Jamaica Moon, in the mid-90’s. Back then, authors were dependent on the big publishing houses to get their books on the shelves. Harlequin, Silhouette, etc., and obviously for me, nothing happened. My query letters, which were the absolute rule and the first step into publishing then, resulted in… nada.
So I gave up, but being a voracious reader, I continued to enjoy the latest romance, historical fiction and Stephen King novels. Then I read Fifty Shades of Grey, which turned the publishing world on its axis, and nothing has been the same ever since. Nor have I.
I loved and still love FSOG. Granted, the early versions of the trilogy needed editing, but oh, oh, oh, the possibilities. I learned anyone can publish a book these days, which is at once a blessing and a curse (that blog for later). In October 2012, a self-publishing revolution was going on and I was determined to ride the waves and see what happened.
So I wrote The Vitamin D Treatment. It took me six months, writing a minimum of eight hours a day, the images of Jed and Olivia and sex constantly churning my brain and body. Yeah, I made myself hot. My husband, too, who is thankfully not a prude and who gave me the biggest compliment.
“My cock is sore just reading it.”
Learning to format an eBook so I didn’t have to pay someone to do it for me.
Welcome to the Jungle…
My sister-in-law posted a quote from the poet Robert Frost on her Facebook page. She’s old…older…and granted, nobody gives a shit about poets anymore, but I love the sentiment.
Love is an irrestible desire to be irrestibly desired…
Can you imagine never loving anyone? I love my cat. She’s a constant reminder that love is unconditional. No matter what.
I love my house. It’s the perfect size. Modern and just the way I like it. And soon the yard will be blooming with flowers.
Of course I love my family, too, but what about romanitc love? The love that makes your stomach pitch and churn and flip-flop, and the mere thought of the person naked and lying beside you makes you wet with desire?
That lingering desire is in all of us. And to be irrestibly desired back is the best feeling in the world. Monuments are built because of it. Children are born. Histories are made…
One of the countries I’ve been dying to visit is South Africa, particularly the city of Cape Town. But the flight from the U.S. is really long and there’s no way I can be cooped up for 15 hours in economy. So I’d buy a first-class ticket and fly there in style! The hubs would go, too, of course!
I’d donate a big chunk of the million to Alzheimer’s research. My dad died from complications of the disease and I watched his beautiful and witty mind slowly decay for several years. A year ago, my brother was diagnosed with early onset. It’s a long and torturous road for Alzheimer sufferers and their loved ones, and like with all diseases, I hope a cure is found someday.
I’d also spend some dough on ads for my books! Billboards even! Do you know 28 other erotic romance novels (that I know of) were released the same day as my newest, TwiSted TWo-SteP? Only Indie authors understand how difficult it is to break away from the herd. We’re a lot of little fish in a very big pond ocean.
I’d hire a spy/caregiver to look after my mom. She’s stubborn, feisty and proud, and I’d prefer she move to Colorado so I can take care of her in her old age. But she’s happy and comfortable in her small house in the small town in Iowa where everything is familiar. There are still some family and a couple of wonderful neighbors around, but when she’s sick with a cold or just depressed and talking with me doesn’t help, I want someone to be there to make her chicken soup and pamper her.
Number five. Hmm… I’d save some money for number five…