If It's Friday, I Must Be On The Prairie
Howdy, Prairie Chicks! This is the Prairie, right? I've been dashing from one end of the world wide web to the other here lately. I traveled to the Spicy Side, hung out with a community of MamaWriters, and now I've logged my way here to the vast Canadian prairie. Whew! Good thing I glow. An intrepid writer on a blog tour never perspires. Heaven forbid their Degree fail and they actually sweat! Before my “world tour” is over, I'll also visit the Plotmonkeys in their jungle, Long and Short Reviews, and places I'm sure I've forgotten about until my iPhone calendar ding-dings to remind me. Luckily, I could pack light for this trip. * twirls* Like my outfit? Vera Wang. And my pearls arrived in this lovely blue box. Tiffany's, you know. I could dance all day in my Jimmy Choo stilettos. (Just ignore the writer in the fuzzy slippers and raggedy sweats hiding behind the monitor. She is not the author you are looking for....)
The day every writer anticipates with heart in throat, skittery nerves, and a stomach heaving...wait...too much TMI? Okay. I won't go there. Today is Release Day™ for my debut novel, FAERIE FATE. Going the publishing route I did, my book isn't on my local bookstore shelves. Yet. It'll be available at Amazon.com and B&N.com and a few other on-line book stores at any moment. For now, it is available in both print and ebook editions at my publishers website: The Wild Rose Press. We just paused for a short commercial break. Back to our regularly scheduled blog post.
Am I walking on air? Yes. Am I exhausted? Yes. Do I have any advice to give? Awww, c'mon! Would I be me if I didn't have advice? I think we need balloons. And sexy men! Or...better yet, sexy men with balloons! Yes. I know. The balloon says “Happy Birthday.” No. Really. Look closely. I'll wait. * hums * * whistles * *checks nails * Ahem. Done? * hums some more * Time's up. As to the sentiment, sending a book out into the world is much like giving birth so I figure it's appropriate. However, as much as I'd like to go into explicit detail and a step-by-step explanation of throwing a virtual party, I won't. I figure most of you know how to do that. Instead, I'm going to talk about a few things I did to get ready to launch FAERIE FATE out into the public.
Some of you hang around at my place, Penumbra. I've been blogging and showcasing my work there for over three years now. In that time, I developed my “author's personality,” and my “brand.” There's been many discussions about “branding.” I just sort of stumbled around in the shadows while mine evolved. My bookmarks and new business cards are variations on the theme of my site's header. Here, let me formally introduce myself. “Hello. I'm Silver James. I write romance with magic and mystery. Step into the shadows with me.” FYI? My new business cards list only my name, website, email, and the two tag lines—Romance on the front, Shadows on the back. If someone needs my phone number, I'll write it on the back. I learned this from Julie Leto, a NYT best-selling author. People can contact me from the information listed. Name, brand, contact info. Short and sweet. And complete strangers don't have more information about me than they need. Vistaprint is my friend—and yours! I spent about $30.00(US) on my first set of business cards. I still have a boxful. They have EVERYTHING on them: book cover, name, full address, phone... Way too much information. The second set? I spent about $7 on postage. By using one of Vistaprint's designs, I receive 250 cards free. Yes, FREE! I only paid postage. I also used them for my postcards—though they cost around $30.00, too. I ordered my bookmarks from a graphic artist friend, Ashlynn Pearce, who designed them. A thousand cost me about $90.00. Both of my covers are on there so I can continue using them. As some of you know, again using Vistaprint, I ordered coffee mugs, tote bags, and spiral notebooks, all with FAERIE FATE's cover, as giveaways for contests. All together, I've spent less than $200.00 (US) to get a set of goodies to advertise me and my book. OH! I almost forgot. Earthly Charms. I ordered a small roll of “Autographed Copy” stickers from there for $8.00 and postage. I am doing the literacy signing at RWA Nationals so I'll use them there. And I'll autograph copies of FAERIE FATE to send out to winners of the various contests as I introduce my baby to the world. See? Normally, a “new mom” GETS presents. When you are a writer, you give them! And speaking of, one randomly picked commenter will get their choice: a print copy of the book or a download of the ebook in the format of their choice. I'll also send along bookmarks and other goodies.
The other thing I've done? Just exactly what I'm doing here. I contacted bloggers and sites that host authors for guest blogs, interviews and spotlights. That was the easy part. The hard part is figuring out each blog post. While a virtual blog tour is a lot of fun, it isn't for the faint of heart! (Or those suffering from writer's block!) If any of you want a guest blog when your time comes, I'll be first in line to host! Promise. Yes! Exclamation points! Hey, I'm a little excited at the moment. I'm still wearing that “new mom” glow.
And now, if you'll indulge a stiletto-wearin', Snoopy-dancin' debut author, I'd like to share my cover and a short blurb:
If you could go back, do it over again, would you take a chance to find true love? What if you had no choice?
On her fiftieth birthday, the faerie catapult Rebecca Miller a thousand years into the past to find her happily ever after with Ciaran MacDermot, Chief of Clann MacDermot, the last Fenian warrior in his line. In the twenty-first century, Becca is old enough to be Ciaran’s mother. In the tenth, she’s young enough to be his bride.
The fae forgot to mention one slight stipulation. The lovers must be bound before the Festival of Light, or Becca will forever disappear into Tir Nan Óg, the faerie Land of the Ever Young. Will they discover the binding words before time runs out and they’re torn apart forever? Or will their eternal love defeat their Faerie Fate?
Without the words, history is doomed to repeat itself.