Cover Story

Contacted my designer for a new cover for The Underground. Actually, it’ll be a lot like the old cover, except better rendered. Jeez, that old cover is horrible! I just couldn’t make those people understand what I wanted. Hmm…kind of like the first cover for The Moreva of Astoreth.

So I sent the manuscript for the revised The Underground to the editor. We’ll see what she thinks of it. It shouldn’t require too much editing, but the key word here is shouldn’t. Everyone has their own style. Meanwhile, I’m going to leave it alone. I mean, really. I’ve some ideas for a couple more chapters, but I’ll write them separately, rather than dropping them into the existing MS. I think we really need some closure for Isadore Drummond, the morran elf. He’s got two chapters, so in the third, he either dies, or finds another child needing rescue from the riots. I don’t know–have to think about it. I mean, I hate killing off characters, especially since I consider them my friends. But if they have to go, then they have to go.

I also finished all my materials for the The Moreva of Astoreth blog tour. It’s running from September 7th through the 26th. Wow–six guest posts! Plus a top 10, plus interviews. I looked at the blog hosts, and found something rather funny. Deal Sharing Aunt is on the tour, and she’s going to do a review. She’s already done one, for the last blog tour. Gave me… Continue reading

An End And A Beginning

The Great Goodreads Giveaway is over–952 entrants. Not too shabby, eh? The books have gone out, and the winners should be receiving them soon (some may have already). I had the bright idea of letting CreateSpace handle the shipping. I really didn’t feel like hauling all those boxes to the Post Office. Anyway, it worked. Sending them to the US winners via CreateSpace was only about 30 cents more than sending them media mail through the Post Office. And international shipment–whoo! Now that was cheap! $4.99 to England? Dang! And there were a fair number of those. The most expensive one was to Australia, but that was to be expected. Besides, there was only one.

So I converted the .pdf of The Underground to Word. What a CHORE! It’s beyond belief that someone hasn’t come up with a program that’ll convert without totally messing up the formatting. But it’s done, and I’m working on it. I’ve written one new chapter so far, on the elves. There’ll be others, too.

Monday I’m talking with the marketing expert. It’ll be interesting to hear what he has to say. And then I’m going to spend  the $5-600 bucks for their 2-year marketing package. *sigh* Mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’ money! Oh, well. At least it’s tax deductible.

That’s all I have for today. Tune in in a couple of days for more news of my incredibly exciting life!

Goodreads Giveaway

Well, the giveaway is almost over. Only hours left. There are almost 900 folks requesting a copy, which makes me feel pretty good, that there’s interest out there. One young man asked that if he doesn’t win (which he probably won’t) that I send him a signed copy. My first thought was to say “you buy it, send it to me, and I’ll sign it.” Then I thought, what the hey? It won’t kill me to send one book. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a half-ton of them here. And it’s one less I have to store.

In other news, I’ve almost decided to rewrite The Underground before I finish the sequel. It keeps knocking at my head. Maybe I can work on both at the same time. It’s not going to take much to revise The Underground. Well, I don’t think it’s going to take much. Anyway, I’ve put out feelers as to whether there’s a service that can turn the book into a Word document. It’s a big book–457 pages–so I’m going to have to put out some real bucks for that. Better do it while I have the money, you know?

As for the radio interview, The Authors show broadcasts on 5 channels, and I’ll be on number 5. It starts at 12:01 AM Eastern, and runs for 24 hours. So don’t be alarmed if you think you’ve missed it. As long as you tune in on August 10, you won’t. And I’m almost certain… Continue reading

Out of the Brains of Babes

I’m sitting in my office, sort of musing over my life. I remember being in my 20s, thinking about middle age (and wondering if I’d make it–at the rate I was going, it was questionable). I remember thinking to myself that if I did make it to middle age, I wanted to own and drive around in an antique sports car.

Well, guess what. I survived. What’s more, I’m now middle aged, and I own an antique sports car. I bought it while I was in my 30s. It never occurred to me that I might still have the car 21 years later.

What brought this on? I have to take it in for a vehicle emissions inspection. But this will be the last time. I will get historic tags (where I live, cars with historic tags no longer have to go through inspection). She’s historic. Sometimes I feel historic. We can be historic relics together.

Her name is Mrs. Peel.

Random Thoughts

My internet radio interview is set for August 10 (did I mention this already?). Not sure which of their “channels” I’ll be on (though I’m thinking number 5). The schedule page says all interviews (they run simultaneously) will start at 12:01 AM Eastern. I guess that means my interview will run 24 hours until August 11. At any rate, it’ll be interesting to see how well it’s edited. I thought I sucked, but the host said I did fine.

My next blog tour starts September 1. I’ve already sent books out to two reviewers. I discovered something pretty neat–instead of ordering books from CreateSpace and sending them out myself, I can have CS do it. It costs only 30 cents more than the U.S. Mail. And, I don’t have to spend all that time putting those goddamned boxes together. CS even ships internationally. This will be a big boon when my Goodreads Giveaway ends on August 5, because I have 30 books to ship out. This means, of course, what am I going to do with all those book boxes I ordered from Uline. The boxes come in packs of 80. Or maybe it was 50. Whatever–I got a helluva lot of book boxes. Maybe I can turn them into ornaments of some sort…not. I suppose I can always donate them to someplace. But who would need individual book boxes?

Found The Moreva of Astoreth on a site called “Lousy Book Covers.” Just a bunch of people snarking about books… Continue reading

Radio Personality

I did something different this morning–an Internet radio show called The Author’s Show. I’ve done Internet radio before, but not like this. This was a professional job. I thought I did horribly. I’m usually very good at thinking and speaking on my feet, but I felt tongue-tied and tongue-twisted. Lots of “uhs.” But he said that would be edited out. Man, I hope so. I really sounded like a dork. The host said I did a good job, so I’m happy with that, I guess.

We also talked a bit about marketing. I told him my main platforms were Facebook and Twitter. He said those were terrible. Facebook, for example, might get you a lot of likes–which is true, since my author page has something like over 1200 followers–but only 1/100 of a percent(!) of those will translate into sales. He’s kindly sending me a market analysis to show what I should do next. That’s great–but hell, I want to hire him. Maybe we can talk about that later…

The host says the interview should come out sometime next week (July 31 – August 6). So I’m watching the site, and so should you–The Author’s Show! http://www.wnbnetworkwest.com/

Update: The show will be aired August 10!

Guilty As Charged?

I read an interesting thread on Goodreads the other day. The OP asked if anyone felt guilty on days they didn’t write. She said she did.

If I don’t write, I certainly don’t feel guilty about it. I used to, but then I realized that there are instances when I just won’t have the time–or the inclination–to write. I think one of the greatest frauds perpetrated on new writers is that they have to write every day to become better. While I believe everyone who writes needs to practice to become better writers–just like musicians have to practice to become better on their instruments–I don’t think skipping a day or two or even a week is going to damn you to mediocrity forever. Because of various events in my life, I’ve gone months without writing. While I market my books, I rarely write. To me, marketing itself is a full-time job. So is writing. And I have a full-time job, one that sometimes requires me to work on weekends and holidays. Something has to go, and it isn’t my day job. That means I have to make a choice. While I’m marketing, I don’t write. While I’m writing, I don’t market. I would love to pay someone to do all my marketing for me–I hate marketing, anyway–but I haven’t won the lottery in a while.

Is it frustrating? Yes. Sometimes I get itchy fingers, but the current situation–whatever that may be–just won’t allow for it. Take now, for instance. It’s… Continue reading

Christmas in July!

Dear Santa:

Normally, I don’t make Christmas wish lists, but this time I have to make an exception. You see, I’m an author, and am always looking for new experiences—grist for my mill, as it were. I work according to a five-year plan, so if you’ll grant my wishes this Christmas, I won’t bother you for the next five years. Sound like a good deal? Okay—this is what I wish:

Year 1. Seeing the world with Xena, Warrior Princess. I love to travel, and though these days my idea of camping out is any place without room service, and I’m getting a little old to sleep rough, I’m not so old that I can’t do it. At least for a while. And don’t forget the big bag practically overflowing with dinars. I usually travel with a certain minimum amount of cash on my person, but back then, automatic teller machines hadn’t been invented. Besides, if I had a bagful of cash, Xena might be more amenable to having a middle-aged tag-along. She may even let me ride Argo, her horse.

Year 2.  Gallivanting through time and space with Dr. Who. The TARDIS is a magnificent machine, and I’d love to get my hands on it. Well, maybe not. The good Doctor once said only he can operate it. Very well. Maybe he’ll teach me if I ask nicely enough. At any rate, exploring new worlds I’m sure will generate lots of ideas. And between the two of us, I think… Continue reading

It’s All About Marketing

The Moreva of Astoreth has been published. Now it’s time to market, the hardest job of all.

I hate marketing. It’s not that I don’t like putting myself out there, it’s mainly that it takes time away from writing. I have written anything on my work-in-progress in ages. It’s been so long I’ve forgotten what the book is about. Well, that’s not true.

Am I complaining? You bet. But I’d better stop before you decide you don’t want to read anymore.

So what am I doing? Posting my book in as many places as I can, for one. That’s a lot of posting, let me tell you. And there are so many places out there. I have to do it way more than once, lest I get lost in the babble. I’m also running giveaways. Completed one on Amazon not too long ago, and am contemplating running another one. Running a Goodreads giveaway at the moment. It ends on August 5, so you might want to enter now, before you forget. I’m also looking to create an author website. I know, I know–should have done that ages ago. Better late than never, though. Anyway, at least I’ve got my domain name–www.roxannebland.rocks. Is that cool, or what? As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it. Let’s see, what else? Oh–I’m doing a radio interview on July 30. I’ve done one before, and it was fun, much more fun than writing a blog interview. Speaking of blogs,… Continue reading

The Story Behind the Story

I’m sometimes asked where I came up with the idea for The Moreva of Astoreth.

It has its roots in a game a friend and I played in college. We collaborated on a story, taking turns. I don’t recall the details—it was more years ago than I care to remember—but it went something like this. A woman, the daughter of a king, is exiled from her homeland in the desert because she refused to marry a man the king had picked out for her. She travels north. After many adventures, she arrives at a village willing to take her in. The village chieftain is enamored of her, but does not want his people to know since she’s a stranger. The woman genuinely dislikes him. After being at each other’s throats for a period of time, the woman falls in love with him. The chieftain confesses his feelings. They marry.

Meanwhile, the woman’s father, feeling remorseful for exiling his daughter, gathers his army to go look for her. They wander from village to village, searching, but they do not find her. Concluding that his daughter must have headed north, turns in that direction. Still, they do not find her. Frustrated now, the king begins laying waste to every village he and his army come across. Finally, they arrive at the village where the woman is living. The king demands his daughter return with him. She refuses, telling him she is now married and happy. Her father threatens war. The chieftain accepts… Continue reading