Besides cranking out more on the book, I've done some more business aspects. I've looked into publicity materials -- which all my faithful blogettes will get tons of -- and where to sell it.
While I'm shooting for a May 1 release date (and I say shooting like a second gunman), you'll be able to pre-order the book soon on Amazon.com. It'll be the primary place, but I'm also checking out Barnes & Noble, Yahoo! and other places, along with local book shops and copies I'll be donating to local libraries.
So, stay tuned and I'll be able to tell you when you can put some money down.
3.21.2007
3.20.2007
On motivation...
A cardinal just flew right by me outside. The bird landed in a tree above my head and chirped noisily at me. It wanted to make sure I knew it was there. Since I was born, I've always associated a red cardinal with my grandmother. A watchful woman, she died a long, painful death at the hands of cancer while I was in college. Before she died, she told me, "I heard you're shaping up." I believe that bird I just saw was her, looking at me, letting me know she was watching over me.
Last week I had a conversation with a good friend and fellow writer, Barb. We both planned on having a writers' night, but it turned to beer and talking. We talked about what motivated us, not just in writing, but in life. I told her about my belief that I must do something with my life because of my ancestors. No longer are humans needed to procreate to sustain its own species, but rather one generation makes sacrifices so the next may flourish.
That's my life. My grandparents worked hard to provide my parents with a better life. The same went for my parents and myself. I am afforded luxuries right now not because of my work, but because of those who have worked before me.
Barb said I shouldn't look at it as though I should work to impress my family or those I considered such. I said that wasn't my motivation. I wanted to do the most with my life to make the sacrifices of those who departed before me not lost in vain. I refuse to become nothing because of how much my great-grandparents, my grandparents and my family toiled.
Another friend, a psychic, once told me some writers are believed to have channels from the dead. It's as if the deceased are a direct pipeline of inspiration and motivation.
I spent the majority of the day writing on the novel, working further on getting this thing done. Then a cardinal visited me and told me someone was and is watching.
As V said, "I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence."
Last week I had a conversation with a good friend and fellow writer, Barb. We both planned on having a writers' night, but it turned to beer and talking. We talked about what motivated us, not just in writing, but in life. I told her about my belief that I must do something with my life because of my ancestors. No longer are humans needed to procreate to sustain its own species, but rather one generation makes sacrifices so the next may flourish.
That's my life. My grandparents worked hard to provide my parents with a better life. The same went for my parents and myself. I am afforded luxuries right now not because of my work, but because of those who have worked before me.
Barb said I shouldn't look at it as though I should work to impress my family or those I considered such. I said that wasn't my motivation. I wanted to do the most with my life to make the sacrifices of those who departed before me not lost in vain. I refuse to become nothing because of how much my great-grandparents, my grandparents and my family toiled.
Another friend, a psychic, once told me some writers are believed to have channels from the dead. It's as if the deceased are a direct pipeline of inspiration and motivation.
I spent the majority of the day writing on the novel, working further on getting this thing done. Then a cardinal visited me and told me someone was and is watching.
As V said, "I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence."
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