The endangered Semicolon

The endangered Semicolon

Still not bringing my A-Game here.  I blame it on the fact I am quite easily distracted by entertainment gossip.  First Farrah, then Michael, now Billy Mays?  June was a good month NOT to be a celeb.  Anyway.

I recently joined a critique group; online of course because as we all know I’m a tad bit too lazy to actually drive somewhere.  The critique group is awesome–got some really good feedback on my newest work in progress (on a related side note, I’m too terrified to send the finished one in for crit because I’M BACK TO HATING IT).  I was startled, nay shocked, to learn that my BFF–the semicolon–is rarely invited to the party anymore.  Apparently in the romance genre, the semicolon is frowned upon.  I guess you can still use it in other genres, but in romance it is kind of like a faux pas. 

I mourn this.  I love the semicolon!  Where are these bizarre punctuation rules coming from?  I’ve read on other blogs that only “idiots” put two spaces after periods anymore because this is 2009 and we aren’t using typewriters.  One person even went as far as to say that editors won’t accept your work if you use two spaces after the period.  Seriously?  I really hope that it just a nasty rumor with no truth to it.  Because if not, that really sucks.

I really can’t figure out what is wrong with the semicolon.  But this apparently means I can bring an old friend, the em dash (–) back into play.  In high school, my creative writing teach informed me that em dashes (–) were incorrect in writing and the mark of an incompetent, novice writer.  HA, take that…lady’s whose name I don’t remember.  Miss King?  Wow, was high school that long ago that I don’t even remember teachers names?  Sad.

Has anyone else out there heard of this sudden avoidence to semicolon?  Heaven help comma, because I would die if a limit was put on his use.  A day without commas is like a day without sunshine.

On July 5th, I’m starting two online writing courses.  One is on past life regression and using it to create cool characters.  The other is on plotting.  And, just to throw another wrench in the works, I’m applying to grad school.  So, I’m taking the Miller Analogies Test this month too.  Because, you know, I’ve really missed studying vocab and suffixes.  In the end, studying for the MAT makes me realize just how much crap I’ve forgotten.  It’s terrible to get old.

I think once these classes start, I’m going to repost a three part blog “series” (I use that term loosely) I wrote when I went to a writers conference last year.  It’s more of a study about how inept I am at maneuvering said conference than anything else, but still reasonably entertaining.  So, at least there’s that to look forward to…

And, much like my diet, I obviously have trouble sticking with updating my blog.  This is probably due to the fact I usually blog from my work computer (*gasp* Improper internet usage!!!) and have been out of control busy as of late.  In fact, I haven’t even got around to emailing people back that have emailed me.  Slack.  Er.

So anyway.  The novel continues to be rejected.  I’ve gotten a few nice responses, a la “I’ve really enjoyed it” or “It is very well researched” but every single one ends with “but there’s no room on my list for it.”  Sooo….I don’t know.  I’m thinking of rewriting the beginning part of it.  I think the beginning might be too slow, which would be a problem.

My next thought is, of course, self publishing.  There are a ton of good companies out there.  I don’t see why I can’t just do it myself and market it on my own.  I mean, that’s what everyone says you do anyway when you publish traditionally.  So why not do it myself and get more royalties?  Decisions, decisions…

In other news, I’m fat.  Apparently.  It was a horrifying experience at the doctor’s last week, when she kept sliding the weight down on the scale so my heft would register properly.  Ugh.  I think this comes from working a job where I sit on my butt all day. 

For about a week and a half, I considered joining the miltary.  But, alas, my high blood pressure put an immediate stop to that.  The only good part I can see about this is that a) no more trying to run a mile and a half and b) no more trying to do pushups.  So, I went ahead and bought Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred from Amazon.com. Fabulous!  I think it’s kicking my butt into shape, but it’s still too soon to tell.  My clothes fit the same and I’ve actually GAINED weight.  Hubs says he notices no difference yet.  Depressing.  About 15 minutes into each 20 minute workout, all I want to do is stop the DVD and eat an Oreo.  Fun Fact: One double stuffed Oreo is 70 calories.  I, personally, prefer to eat my Oreos in batches of like, ten.

In the past few months I’ve started three new novels, all of which I like better than the one I finished.  Sigh.  Maybe it’s time to just step back and leave it be for while.  Focus on something new.

Not much new on the reading front.  I recent read two historical fictions: one was HORRIBLE and inaccurate, one was quite good and inaccurate.  The quite good one was Tess Gerritsen’s The Bone Garden which I was kind of slow to enjoy, but ended up really into it.  I’m not really sure on the accuracy of some things, but, all in all a great read and an ending I did NOT expect. 

The horrible one…well…I’m not going to mention the title of it, but it was awful.  I only forced myself to finish reading it because I had paid $16 for it at the bookstore.  The main reason I’m bringing this up is because of something I learned at the writer’s conference last year.  My problem with this book is that the main character was, in the end, a horrible person.  And we’re not talking a horrible person that you enjoy because of their horribleness (like Hannibal Lector or someone along those lines), but just horrible enough that I didn’t care about her.  I honestly did not care about her or what happened to her in the book. 

At the writer’s conference workshop, one thing we learned was that a writer should create sympathy for the main character.  There should be something that makes the reader sympathize with what the character is going through; to make the reader cares what happens.  I honestly didn’t care what happened to any of the characters in this particular book, not even the one who I think the author intended have sympathized and identified with.  Everyone’s motivations were purely selfish and just driven out of ego–which would be fine if there had been some other character to balance that out.  But in this instance, there wasn’t.  The characters all seemed to have the exact same motivation and means; even when there were obstacles, they characters just kind of shrugged it off and did what they wanted anyway.  And the historical inaccuracies…well…don’t even get me started.

The movie trailer for New Moon was just released.  I still haven’t read the book yet, though I bought it six months ago or more.  Someone stole my copy of Twilight so I guess I’m just more annoyed than anything.  What’s the consensus?  Excited to see more sparkly Robert Pattinson?

I recently read on a blog that 2009 may turn out to be the worst year publishing has ever seen.  This due, in part, to the economy (the economy is the scapegoat for everything).  The big houses are being uber selective.  Agents who work with the big houses are being even MORE selective.  The want new, they want fresh.  They want something that is going to make Twilight-like sales right away.  I even have heard people go as far as to say if you are an unknown writer, don’t even bother.  The industry is only looking for authors who are tried and true, i.e. King, Sparks, Grisham, Brown, Roberts, Rowling, etc.  They want a guarantee.

And much like the economy, there is no guarantee that new authors are going to produce.  For example–and I don’t remember where I read this, but it was a blog–it’s easy to publish.  It’s hard to get thousands upon thousands of people to buy your book.  Especially, when people are tight with their money.

Some people are calling for a change in the industry.  Get rid of the returns policy.  Only authors with a track record should have actual hardcopy books printed; make everyone else be digital.  Are they saying that new authors aren’t worth the paper they’re (not) printed on?  I also saw one commenter on a blog say that there is no room for new voices.

So, where does that leave us?  The New York Times just wrote a really interesting article about self publishing being the wave of the future, which you can read here.  I think the stigma of so called “vanity” publishing is fading away, especially when most authors can’t even get a rejection from New York agents, just an auto response that says “if you don’t hear from us in 4 weeks, we’re not interested.”

Here’s another interesting idea: Authonomy.  You can post your novel on the site and have people all over the world view it.  They can give you comments; tell you what they like and don’t like.  And the kicker?  It’s run by HarperCollins.  Three authors who had posted on the site recently signed deals with HC.  Apparently this place is generating a lot of interest.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse for new authors, check out this blog on how the New York Times picks the books to review.  Kinda makes you feel like a salmon swimming upstream, huh?

So there it is.  What’s going to happen with the publishing industry?  What’s going to happen with the economy?  Who knows.  I think my policy is going to stick with believe in your work.  Be persistant.  Do your research.  Don’t let the big baddies get you down.

I am a Wizard of Oz fanatic.  Loves it!  For Halloween, I was Dorothy for approximately six years in a row.  I had ruby slippers (well, white mary janes rolled in red glitter).  I have the movie memorized, I have the books, I have shirts, Christmas ornaments, a framed photo of L. Frank Baum is in the dining room.  I love Oz. 

Wicked is not the Oz I was expecting.

Wicked is the story of the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba, and her rise from cynical school girl to the mean green machine of the Vinkus.  She’s friends with Glinda.  Her sister NessaRose is the pious “Bitch of the East.”  It is a dark journey; filled with religious doubt and political problems.  The wizard is a tyrant, killing people who stand in his way.  It’s a dark, dark story about love, loss, and prejudice.

Don’t get me wrong.  I like a good dark story, especially with Oz.  Return to Oz is still one of the creepiest movies I’ve ever seen.  But part of the Wicked storyline deals with animals vs Animals.  Do Animals have souls?  Do humans have souls?  Is there an Unnamed god or are gods and creators all a thing of myth?  It’s heavy stuff.

Gregory Maguire was one of the most imaginative minds I’ve read recently.  He has developed his own world; making Oz his own.  This isn’t the place of dancing munchkins and a singing scarecrow.  People bleed here.  People die here.  There is poverty, there is corruption, there is perversion.  It’s a world perched upon the edge of war.

I think that’s what makes Wicked a great book; it isn’t politically correct, it isn’t all rainbows and butterflies.  The Wizard of Oz is a horrible, corrupt person and Elphba tries to stop him the only way she can: by being Wicked.

If you have seen the stage version of Wicked, this is NOTHING like it.  I saw the stage version in the fall and it is more of a PC Oz still.  Everybody lives happily ever after in the end.  In the book, however, no one is happy; there is no ever after.

I think my only problem with Wicked is that, on occasion, I felt like I did when I read Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons.  Sometimes I felt like it was just way above my head and I would start to get distracted.  All in all, an enjoyable book filled with lots of conflict.  I guess I’m just kind of middle of the road on this one; I don’t absolutely fall over myself love it, but I don’t hate it.

Verdict: Go for it, but be prepared.  It’s not a quick and easy read.

Happy New Year!

Back from an extended break.  Too much pumpkin pie and way too much work to catchup on.

I am such a crankypants during the holidays!  Honestly; the hustle and bustle of things.  The annoying people at the mall.  Ugh, don’t even get me started about the mall.  I don’t know about you, but our local mall has kiosk people and store people stopping you every ten fee: “Miss, can I ask you a few questions about your hair?” or “Miss, can I tell you about the product for your nails?” or “Miss, can I talk to you about your cell phone plan?”  No, no, and no.  I’m in a hurry.  I wear my hair in a ponytail, I don’t paint my nails, and I don’t really care about my cell phone plan.  You’d think looking mad and walking fast would stop them, but no.

See?  Crankypants.

Lets see, updates.  Well, yesterday I entered Nathan Brandsford’s first paragraph contest.  Fabulous prizes, lots of competition.  I doubt I’ll win, but I figured I might as well do something with my novel other than edit it.  The link to his blog is on the sidebar.  The contest ends at 4pm Pacific time TOMORROW.  

And speaking of editing, on a whim I decided that my 1st person narrated novel should be a 3rd person narrated novel.  I spent all Thanksgiving break changing “I” to “me” and ”my” to “her.”  Fun!  I think it flows better this way and think maybe–just maybe–I like it.  We’ll see.  I’m a harsh critic.

My most recent literary foray was a monsterous book that everyone is squealing about: Twilight.  Yes, Twilight: of vampires and clusmy girls and the gloomy northwestern United States.  This also encouraged me to see the movie Twilight, for free, thanks to my dear friend Verity who procured advanced passes.  But more on that in a minute.

Ah, what can I say about Twilight?  I think the draw of Twilight is Edward Cullen.  Obviously.  Edward Cullen is every girl’s dream, fantasy.  He is the knight in shining armor.  He saves Bella; he loves her unconditionally.  There is nothing unappealing about Edward Cullen, not even the fact that he is a vampire.  That, it seems, is part of what makes Edward so attractive.  It’s the danger of it!

A word on Bella.  I, personally, do not like Bella’s character.  As a reader, I feel sympathetic for her and cheer for her, hoping she and Edward would just STOP toying with me and do it already–but anyway.  I digress.  To me Bella seems like a one sided character; without Edward, she is nothing.  She doesn’t have hopes.  She doesn’t have dreams.  She has insecurities, but they also are related to Edward.  She’s not pretty enough for him, she’s human and will eventually die.  As Verity pointed out, she’s also a tad bit anti-feminist.  She takes care of her father, always cooking and cleaning–which is nice, but is it realistic?  When I was seventeen, I didn’t even know how to do laundry.  Anyhow, I just don’t care for Bella.  She doesn’t seem like a fully developed character to me; maybe just more of an extreme.  You may not agree, but there it is. 

That said and out of the way, I really enjoyed Twilight!  It was hard to put down.  I was rooting for the characters and I absolutely loved Edward’s family.  I liked the backstory on Edward’s family, which was sadly lacking in the movie.  Do I recommend Twilight?  Yes.  Do I think it’s a literary masterpiece?  No.  But, regardless, it was an enjoyable book and, Bella aside, was a fun world to immerse ones self in.

Now the movie.  Ah, but what could have been!  The movie was cute.  I liked it.  I will most likely be owning it on DVD as soon as it is available.  However…well, I don’t know, movies made from books are always a disappointment.  You go in expecting one thing and you get another.  I missed certain aspects of the book, especially when Edward saves Bella in Port Angeles and Jasper’s abilities (but I loved Jasper, let me tell you).  I was disappointed by the sparkle.  But, I loved the baseball scene and thought James was the fantastic; a standout.  And Robert Pattinson has magical hair. 

So the standings on Twilight:

Book: recommend!  It’s a fast read and what all the cool kids are talking about these days.

Movie: wait until dvd.  Look out: Robert Pattinson and his magical hair are about to be everywhere.

So apparently, as I overslept today, the dow or whatever crashed 550 points or something ridiculous like that.  MSNBC has lots of pictures of stressed out and horrified stockbrokers.  Every page that has anything to do with finance is cluttered with headlines like, “Is your job on the chopping block?”  “What states have the highest lay off rate?”  “Economic Crisis” and my personal favorite, “World Financial Meltdown.”

Suddenly, in the midst of all this, I found myself ready to be a junior stock watcher.  Green arrow on MSNBC?  Yay, stocks are up!  Red arrow?  Panic!  I don’t know what anything means on any of that nonsense, of course.  The hubs owns like, 30 stocks.  He bought them in companies he likes, not because he wanted to be rich but because…well, I don’t really know why, but suffice to say I’m sure my 401k has lost more than his stocks have.  And he probably cares less about losing the stocks than my 401k.

Anyhow, I finally came to the conclusion that reading about all this was stressing me out more.  What good is stressing out about the economy going to do?  Nothing.  It’s going to raise my highly medicated blood pressure and make me miserable.  So, I say, laugh at the economy.  Seriously, read the actual article behind the headlines.  Stock anaylists are saying if you want to make money, get in the stock market now while prices are low. 

Yeah, it blows right now.  There’s no getting around that.  I have confidence that things will turn around, for no reason other than they have to.  So, for now, I’m sticking to entertainment gossip.  Oh, and editing that pesky novel still. 

Maybe I’ll just check those stocks one more time…

The temperature in my hometown is currently in the upper 70s.  Supposedly, it was going to be 77 degrees today.  The building I work in is an old building.  Old buildings, in my opinion, are fun.  Fun architecture, fun history, fun.

The problem with this particular old building is that there is no thermostat.  There must be, somewhere that we employees can’t reach, and single switch.  In my mind, this single switch reads “air conditioning” and “heat.”  These settings cannot be controlled.  So, for example, in August it was a spicey 88 degrees aout and roughly 60 degrees inside.  I shivered.  I cuddled up next to the heater.  I wore heavy hoodies all summer.

Today.  October 15, 2008.  It is 77 degrees outside.  It is close to 90 degrees inside.  The heat at this point is boiling.  The cheese on my sandwich melted!  We’re back to wearing short sleeves and tank tops! 

Horrific.

In totally unrelated news, I edited another 50 pages of my novel over the weekend.  I was sick and contrary to my popular belief, there is nothing good on television in the mornings.  Unfortunately, although I worked on 50 pages, there are still close to 130 pages left to go.  And with my brain as boiled as it is this week from the heat and being sick, it’s going to be a long 130 pages.

Finally, for those that may watch the debate tonight, I give you the Presidential Debate Drinking Game.   If only I didn’t have to work tomorrow…

Curling stone

Curling stone

During the 2004 Olympic games in Turino, Italy, the hubs became obsessed with curling.  I had never heard of curling prior to Turino, but apparently this insane curling craze washed over the United States and all kinds of people wanted to take it up.  The hubs was one such person.  He dedicated more time than I’d like to think about, researching curling leagues and practice sessions.  Then, he found one and signed us up.  “We’re in training for the Olympics!”  He informed me.  Low and behold, the training session was overfilled and we couldn’t go.  I heaved a sigh of relief and hoped he’d forget about this marginal sport.

Unfortunately, the 2008 Summer Games in Bejing somehow reminded him of curling.  He signed us up again and this time, they weren’t filled up.  Darn.  So because I love him and think of myself as a good time, I bundled up and put on my tennis shoes to go to the local ice arena.  I was skeptical.

The curling session was two hours long.  Two hours of pain and humilation for me, namely, because I am not into sports.  I like watching sports.  I like guys that like sports.  I do not like participating in sports.

And it showed.

So did my lack of coordination.  Here’s how you curl: you pad out onto the ice, holding a broom, which looks more like an oversized squeegee.  There is what looks like runner’s blocks on the ice, called “the hack” and waaaaaaaay down across the ice is “the house” where you want your “stone” to “curl.”  So.  You put one foot on “the hack” and one foot on a teflon coated slipper (I never found out the proper name for the slipper) on the ice.  Squat.  One hand goes on the forty pound stone, one hand holds the broom out.  

Now the part that requires coordination.  You push the stone forward and then pull it back towards you, as you do so you raise your butt up in the air.  Check balance.  Then launch yourself forward, sliding on the slipper while at the same time keeping your other knee and the broom off the ice.

I couldn’t do this.  At all.  

The hubs looked fantastic, gliding around and launching forward with proper posture.  I spent the majority of the time sitting on the ice watching the stone stop five feet in front of me.  The instructers were helpful, saying things like “put your rump in the air, Heather!” or “keep your back straight,” or “just kick the darn thing down the ice if that’s what it takes.”  

The position I liked best was the…the skip.  The skip stood down in “the house” and placed their broom down where they wanted the stone to go.  Then, they held their arm out the way the wanted the stone to curl.  This was a great job, as it required a lot of standing around aimlessly.  I’m sure in a competition setting, the skip needs to know where the stone needs to go.  In this practice session, I just held out my arm where the guy told me.  Easy.

Somehow, despite my lack of athleticsm and overall effort, my team won!  Amazing!  The hubs said, “So, we’ll do this again right?  You’ll come again.”  I told him I would be more than happy to go again and sit on the bleachers while he curled.  I’d even bring cookies.

And thus, battered and bruised, my curling career ended.  I live by Eeyore’s mantra, “Stay undefeated.  Don’t compete.”

Edit to add:  The hubs thinks I sound like a bad sport.  I’m not.  I’m out of shape and have no eye hand coordination.  Let me tell you right now, curling is not for wussies like me.  It takes someone with balance, agility, and hell of impressive leg muscles.  My legs were sore for a week.  So stop calling curling a nonsport.  You know who you are. 

Strong Vincent

Strong Vincent

So, yesterday I told the hubs he should consider growing some snazzy facial hair.  I’m currently reading a regency set vampire novel by Colleen Gleason and personally feel facial hair is dapper and exciting.  The hubs, who has a baby face with smooth cheeks, was not excited in the least at this suggestion, acting as if I had just encouraged him to sell his kidney on craigslist.  Though Ambrose Burnside is the father of all facial hair, I thought the hubs would be hotstuff with Strong Vincent sideburns.  Ahh, those dreamy Yankee eyes…

Anyway, back to what’s at hand.  We’ve been discussing author promotions and I stumbled upon this article today at Writing-World.  Not only is it excellent advice, but it’s from an author that I love, MaryJanice Davidson.  Interestingly enough, I met her at a booksigning.

How to Have a Successful Books Signing by MaryJanice Davidson

First, let’s define “successful”. A successful book signing is when you show up, your books are there, you have a place to sit, and you sell just one book. Sound nutty? Or, worse, like evidence of poor self esteem? It’s not, really. The purpose of a book signing isn’t to sell your books, it’s to sell yourself. Any time you can sit in a bookstore for an hour among people who love to read, any time your face and your name are in front of the reading public, that’s great promotion.

I defined successful as showing up, having your books (and business cards, and pens, and ice water, but I’ll go into that a little later) around you, and selling a book. But depending on the market, genre, and attitude of the writer, an author can make anywhere from five to 100 sales at a signing. There’s a myth going around that book signings don’t make money. To that I say, Liar, liar, pants on fire. As with any promotional idea, you’ll get out what you put in.

A book signing can be (is!) terrifying. It’s like throwing a party and being certain no one will come. But there are ways around this. To wit: don’t do it alone. I lost my book signing virginity in a room with two hundred other authors. We were all in the same boat: sitting behind our little piles of books, pens clenched in sweaty hands, smiling brightly (baring our teeth, anyway) at every would-be buyer who strolled past us. Agony? Try ecstasy… it was wonderful fun. And with so many authors in the same place, no one was counting how many I did or didn’t sell. Alice Duncan, author of My Wild Irish Rose ( http://members.trailnet.com/aduncan/index.htm), backs me up on this one: “Make sure you’re signing with another author, so you don’t have to sit there looking lost and scared and stupid all by yourself. Of course, if you’re Nora Roberts, you don’t have that problem, but most of us aren’t.”

However, some authors, like Lisa Hendrix (To Marry an Irish Rogue, http://www.lisahendrix.com) prefer to fly solo: “I always sell more books when I’m by myself, at least if I’m in a store with a lot of foot traffic. When someone else is around, I end up talking to them, and I think that makes people feel like they’re interrupting if they come over. When I’m on my own, I avoid the ‘lonely author sitting at a card table’ syndrome by working the passers-by: ‘Do you like books set in Ireland?’ ‘You look like a romance reader.’ ‘Have you ever thought about mixing up a love potion?’ Anything to get a reaction/connection and not look like a depressed vulture waiting for something to die at my feet. However, this is not a technique for the faint at heart: you get an amazing number of truly rude snubs in addition to the sales. The guy who said, ‘Those are women’s crotch books’ takes the cake. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that his butt crack showed over the top of his pants, which pretty much eliminated him as a judge of culture in my mind.”

Say, thanks for the visual, Lisa! On to a butt crack-less paragraph: Here are tips for a smooth and successful signing, whether you’re by yourself or in a crowd of fifty writers.

Call, and keep calling. The first call is to set up the signing. Subsequent calls are to find out if the store has ordered your books, if they’re promoting the signing, if they’ve got you on the calendar. Ask if there’s anything you can do to help. Apologize for bothering them, but don’t be too apologetic… your book signing helps their business.

If you’re bringing the books yourself, you’ll need to be in contact with your publisher to make sure the books are en route. I have several publishers, and one of them never misses a signing and always gets my stuff to me in plenty of time. That’s the one I only call once. Another of my publishers must be asked, reminded, reminded again and, in the end, nagged unmercifully. Be prepared to go either route.

Promote on your end. Tell your friends and family. Tell their friends. Make an announcement on any list serves you belong to. Even if no one on your list is a local, they might have friends who are. Make up an insert to slip into every bill you pay, every letter you mail. On the insert, put your name, your book, the date and time and place of the signing. You could do it on your computer for nothing, or get fancy and have something made up at a copy shop. Send a press release to your local newspaper. Post the info on your web page. There are several inexpensive ways to get the word out. Obviously, the more effort you put in, the greater chances of increased attendance.

Dress comfortably but nicely for the signing. I prefer the nicely vague term “business casual” to describe my preferred way to dress for a signing: comfortable pants or skirt, nice shirt, understated makeup and jewelry (especially if you’re a man). Who wants to watch a sweaty author squirm in an uncomfortable suit (or shiver in shorts and a tank top)? Not I. Probably not you, either.

Bring stuff. I like to bring a water bottle (or can of pop, or glass of blood, or whatever tipple suits your fancy), my business cards, lots of pens (you’d be amazed at how many people walk off with your pen), and any promotional items you want to show or share. Author Lisa Hendrix has this to say about things to bring: “I take a blowup of my cover, autographed copy stickers, a pen plus a spare or refill, breath mints, glitter or confetti to sparkle up the table, a paper table cloth just in case, and stuff like tape and markers to make my own signs if necessary (sometimes the store owner just has no clue at all — or, as happened to a friend, the person who set up the signing has embezzled money and is now on the lam and everything is up in the air). I do not take candy or cookies. If the store owner wants to do treats, that’s fine, but I find that candy attracts mostly kids and deadbeats who want to eat for free, not buyers. This is especially true in a mall situation, where you’re sitting out in front of the store. Stella Cameron once had to fend off a woman who came by and dumped a whole bowl of M&Ms into her purse — and later swooped back in for seconds!”

Talk, talk, talk. Don’t afraid to smile and wave and greet customers. I like a cheerful, “Hey, come over here and check out my books!” I never fail to be surprised at how many of them walk over like obedient zombies.

I know it seems scary, but please don’t sit there in a huddled lump. Talk to people. At the very least, make eye contact. At my first signing, I hid in my chair with my nose in a book for the first half hour, until someone bought a copy. That gave me the confidence to look around and talk to people. The result? In the next half hour, I sold four more books.

If the person you’re talking to isn’t a fan of your genre, try to recommend books in a genre they are interested in: “Oh, my husband loves True Crime! Have you tried any of Ann Rule’s books?” You might not make a sale, but you’ll make a positive impression… and who knows where that could lead?

Brenda Ray, author of The Midwife’s Song (http://www.karmichaelpress.com), shares her tips for engaging customers: “At a book signing you are not promoting books so much as yourself. I try to focus on people. I stand and speak to people passing the table. If someone stops at the table and looks at the books, I put one in their hand, then engage them in conversation: “This is my new book. It’s about… Do you read romance?” If their answer is negative, I might say, “Well, I’d appreciate you telling your friends and family who do read romance that you met me and my books are available.” This may be a good time to hand them a promotional business card or bookmark so they can pass it on to others who are interested. By putting the book in their hands, I’m not telling them to buy it; I’m making them feel comfortable picking it up and reading the back blurb if they so choose. I even talk to the kids. That lady in a hurry, who does not read romance, may not ever pick up your book but she will remember you were nice and down-to-earth and will tell her four sisters who are avid romance readers that she met you. No act of kindness is ever wasted. I live by that and it’s never failed me.”

Go to other book signings. Observe the authors and how they interact with the public. Check out their promotional stuff. How’d you find out about the signing? If it was a newspaper ad, consider investing in one. If it was through the bookstore, think about doing your next signing through that chain (or through the independent). Smile and look over their book. If it’s even remotely interesting, buy it (if it’s not your cup of tea, autographed books make swell presents). Introduce yourself as a fellow author and trade marketing tips. Everything you see and hear at a book signing can be directly applied (or firmly crossed off your list of Things Never To Do At My Own Signing) to your book signing.

Fellow author Traci Bell had this tale to share: “Beside the bank of elevators I took to get to my floor there was a small chain bookstore. At one of those tacky plywood tables sat a lovely older lady with a stack of romance novels in front of her. There was no signage whatsoever, and no one else around. So being friendly, and a fan of romance, I inquired if perhaps there was a special on the books on the table. The lady beamed and blushed and said ‘Not really, my dear, I wrote the books, and am here to sign them for people’. I glanced down at the titles. Completely embarrassed, yet in utter awe, I replied, ‘Yours were the first romance books I ever read, Ms. Woodiwiss, and I am honored to meet you.’” Yet another reason to attend book signings… you never know who you’ll meet!

I’ll tell you one more not-to-be-missed benefit of book signings: they make you feel real. I’ve sold ten books to various publishers, and still worry someone will write fraud on my forehead when I introduce myself as a writer. But at a book signing, with your own books in front of you… well, it’s the real thing. It takes care of the fraud fretting quite nicely.

As I said earlier, setting up your own signing can be a daunting thought. But once you do it, you’ll wonder what you were fretting about. This is the pot calling the kettle black, by the way: I have yet to do a signing in my home town. I’m mortally afraid the former head cheerleader from my high school class will throw gum in my hair, as she was wont to do in Geometry. But I do plenty of non-local signings, and I’ve enjoyed every one. I’m urging you to do the same. Don’t deny yourself the chance for promotion, sales, meeting readers, and great good fun.   Copyright © 2001 MaryJanice Davidson

Several months ago, I attending a writer’s conference.  There, I rubbed elbows with the published authors and agents, attended workshops, and gave directions to someone after drinking too much champagne.  Fun!  I also managed to sneak into a promotions workshop for bookstore owners.  This, in fact, was one of the best workshops I attended when it came to promo ideas.  So now, here for you–my few devoted readers–promotional items for authors on a budget:

  • Buttons

I like buttons.  People at the conference liked buttons.  You can put your bookcover or something catchy from the book on said button for instant promotion.  Put them in Christmas cards.  Hand them out to Trick or Treaters.  Wear them on your shirt or bag.  Two websites for button making fun:  http://www.purebuttons.com or http://www.busybeaver.net

  • Poster Printing

What better way to get readers attention at a book signing or a conference than with a big, colorful poster?  This site, sircooper, has 11×17 color posters for $0.36 each:  http://www.sircooper.com

  • Bookmarks

Bookmarks need no explanation.  When I worked at Waldenbooks in college, authors would leave handfuls of bookmarks by the register.  A lot of times, shoppers would pick them up.  Bookmarks were also a favorite at the writer’s conference.  There’s a million places online that do bookmarks; this is just the one mentioned at the conference: http://www.printplace.com

  • Business Cards

For the on the go author!  Good for handing out at booksignings:  sircooper has them, as does http://www.vistaprint.com

  • Other promotional ideas

Matchbooks, novelties, balloons, candles, stickers, lipgloss, bath products–you name it, someone online sells it in bulk.  Pens are always a big hit with people (especially me) and you can find a lot of places online where you can get your title or name on a pen then buy mass quantities for like, $0.20 a pop.  I, personally, like free and can always be distracted by the promise of a free pen or bookmark.  Anything that can catch your reader–or potential reader’s–attention could be well worth the investment.

Any other marketing ideas out there?  List away!  Links always welcome.

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