So... I have published Sex, Blood & Rock 'n' Roll onto smashwords and waiting very impatiently for it to show up on the other retailers who sell ebooks.
Impatiently... I am probably one of the most impatient person I know. Maybe it was too much television as a child but I can't wait for anything. We are now in a world were we expect answers right away, immediately... no waiting! Me wait? Are you kidding?
I hated waiting for the publisher to tell me she wasn't interested. I hated formatting my story in the word document before uploading it to the website. I hate waiting for smashwords to answer my email to tell me why I am getting tab errors! And I hate waiting for people to buy my book! LOL
But I do have to admit that this process, although trying on my patience, has been a lot of fun and very exciting. I love hearing what people think of my writing. I want to hear strangers opinions, although it scares the crap out of me to hear negative, I thrive for it. I WANT it.
So the waiting continues... ho hum
below is the link to my book, if your interested ;)
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/173330
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The Decision has been made
Well, after a very long waiting process, I have finally heard from the one publisher I submitted my query to. She was not interested, she was nice but just said it didn't intrigue her.
Were my feelings hurt, slightly. But am I upset, not at all.
All this means at this point, is I can finally go onto Smashwords.com and self publish. So hopefully in the next day or two (depending how long this process takes) I will be letting you all know when "Sex Blood and Rock 'n' Roll" will be ready for complete download.
Cross your fingers that more then just my friends download my book ;)
Were my feelings hurt, slightly. But am I upset, not at all.
All this means at this point, is I can finally go onto Smashwords.com and self publish. So hopefully in the next day or two (depending how long this process takes) I will be letting you all know when "Sex Blood and Rock 'n' Roll" will be ready for complete download.
Cross your fingers that more then just my friends download my book ;)
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Sex Blood and still waiting...
So here's my update. I submitted my query in the beginning of March and waited and waited until the proper amount of time (8-10 weeks) to nudge the publisher. But I checked her blog and found that just after I submitted it, she when into a major surgery and was out of commission for over 6 weeks. So I am thinking that she is totally backed up and my emails were getting lost in the back up of other queries! AGH!
Well after my reminder email, I still didn't hear back from her... well it just happens to be that I had the brilliant (so I think lol) idea for the first chapter of my book. So I added it, I think it really brings the reader in to the book quicker. That new first chapter is full of blood and fear ;)
So I emailed the publisher, (after talking to my editor) and asked her if she wanted me to resubmit the book with the new first chapter... she finally wrote back and said absolutely!
So now... I wait... AGAIN! This experience is really a test on my patience.
Blah... I honestly just wish she would let me know, even if she's not interested so I can just go straight self publishing.
Well after my reminder email, I still didn't hear back from her... well it just happens to be that I had the brilliant (so I think lol) idea for the first chapter of my book. So I added it, I think it really brings the reader in to the book quicker. That new first chapter is full of blood and fear ;)
So I emailed the publisher, (after talking to my editor) and asked her if she wanted me to resubmit the book with the new first chapter... she finally wrote back and said absolutely!
So now... I wait... AGAIN! This experience is really a test on my patience.
Blah... I honestly just wish she would let me know, even if she's not interested so I can just go straight self publishing.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Anticapation is making me late, it's keepin' me waiting
This waiting is driving me insane. I don't think I have the patience for the publishing industry. I read all these other blogs about other writers and how hard it is and how long it takes to possibly get published. I don't want to wait that long! I'm waiting now six weeks, I still have not heard back from the one publisher I sent my query to. All the while, I have six other books written in the wings... waiting to be read!
I love my story, and love my characters and want others to enjoy them as well. I don't think I will have the patience to wait again if this publisher says no. I know I should try again instead of going straight to amazon and smash words but it doesn't seem like something I can do.
I also just learned that going to a traditional publishing house I can loose the rights to my book. Hell no! Mina and Adam are way too important to me, I don't want anyone changing anything with out my permission. Hence another reason I am considering going straight to self e-publishing.
I wish I had a crystal ball and I could see the future so I would know what risks to take and what road to travel. Oh well, at least this is more like a hobby and not a life support system for me. I just hope that others love all my characters as much as I do when they get out there in the public. ;)
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
A taste of my book
This is the first 2 pages of my first book... let me know what you think?
Chapter 1
Distractions
Mina
8:17 p.m. I sat alone at a table in the coffee shop, doing some last-minute work on my laptop. I’m a freelance graphic designer, so I work when it works for me. I’ve always been a night person; I just function better by moonlight. The smell of my vanilla-flavored coffee made my mouth water. I took a sip of the hot, creamy liquid and felt it slide down my throat. So glad caffeine doesn’t affect me, doesn’t keep me up. I can enjoy its flavor any time and still get a good night’s sleep.
I heard the door open, but I forced myself not to look up, even though I wanted to. I told myself I’d finish what I was working on before taking my eyes off the screen. Whoever came in was walking to the counter. I assumed it was a man; the sound of heavy boots gave it away, and his voice confirmed it. He ordered a coffee, black, no sugar.
I got to a point in my work where I was satisfied, so I rewarded my curiosity by looking up to check out the mysterious black-coffee man. It was a weeknight, so the coffee shop was dead. Just a few college students doing homework, taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi, so it was easy to spot him.
He was tall, about six feet two, dark hair, cut short and styled into a messy faux hawk. His face was scruffy, but in a sexy way, not in a “don’t come near me because you’re nasty and itchy” kind of way. His lips were full and slightly pink, and I immediately wanted to kiss them. His skin was pale and flawless, like cream. He was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Not a pretty boy, but a rocker, the kind you don’t bring home to your parents. His body was slender and athletic, and he looked really good in his dark worn-out jeans and an old concert T-shirt. I couldn’t see which band it was, because he wore a leather biker jacket over it, the buckle hanging at his neck.
He wrapped a fingerless gloved hand around his coffee cup and brought it up to his face. He sniffed and then carefully took a sip. No reaction to the steaming heat, how did he not burn his tongue?
I was suddenly aware that I was staring at him and shook myself back to reality. I had a job due tomorrow and needed to focus. The work was almost done, just needed a little tweaking, so I went back to concentrating on the images on my screen. I don’t know how long I was working again before I felt someone standing at my table. I shifted my eyes to the floor looking for the feet of the person hovering over me. Please let it be the boots, I thought, and there they were, black motorcycle boots. I looked up over my black-framed glasses, and my eyes slowly traveled up his legs, his torso, and then his face. He was even hotter close up.
“Mind if I sit down?” he said. His voice was sweet, and it sent a little shiver down my spine.
“Um …” My mind was blank. All I could think of saying was, “Why?”
He smiled and I melted. “It’s been a long day. I was hoping for some company.”
“Uh …” He had me tongue-tied, but I managed to say, “Sure.”
“My name is Adam,” he said as he pulled the chair out and slid into the seat across from me.
I just stared at him again, baffled by the fact that he was sitting here. This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me, not ever. When I see a guy I’m attracted to, I admire him from afar, and it generally stays that way. The reason for this remains a mystery to me. I go out with friends and they get hit on, but not me. It’s not my looks, I’m sure about that. I’m an attractive woman. I’ve had lots of boyfriends, met them other ways, through friends or school or work. I’m blessed in the looks area. I have long black hair, wavy and streaked with red (at the moment). My lips are full, and I have big brown eyes. I’m finally comfortable with my body, not super skinny, but athletic. But for reasons I’m still not sure about, men don’t generally approach me. Maybe it’s all my tattoos. I’ve been compared to a Suicide Girl, but in this day and age, I can’t imagine anyone being intimidated by tattoos, no matter how many a person has.
Chapter 1
Distractions
Mina
8:17 p.m. I sat alone at a table in the coffee shop, doing some last-minute work on my laptop. I’m a freelance graphic designer, so I work when it works for me. I’ve always been a night person; I just function better by moonlight. The smell of my vanilla-flavored coffee made my mouth water. I took a sip of the hot, creamy liquid and felt it slide down my throat. So glad caffeine doesn’t affect me, doesn’t keep me up. I can enjoy its flavor any time and still get a good night’s sleep.
I heard the door open, but I forced myself not to look up, even though I wanted to. I told myself I’d finish what I was working on before taking my eyes off the screen. Whoever came in was walking to the counter. I assumed it was a man; the sound of heavy boots gave it away, and his voice confirmed it. He ordered a coffee, black, no sugar.
I got to a point in my work where I was satisfied, so I rewarded my curiosity by looking up to check out the mysterious black-coffee man. It was a weeknight, so the coffee shop was dead. Just a few college students doing homework, taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi, so it was easy to spot him.
He was tall, about six feet two, dark hair, cut short and styled into a messy faux hawk. His face was scruffy, but in a sexy way, not in a “don’t come near me because you’re nasty and itchy” kind of way. His lips were full and slightly pink, and I immediately wanted to kiss them. His skin was pale and flawless, like cream. He was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Not a pretty boy, but a rocker, the kind you don’t bring home to your parents. His body was slender and athletic, and he looked really good in his dark worn-out jeans and an old concert T-shirt. I couldn’t see which band it was, because he wore a leather biker jacket over it, the buckle hanging at his neck.
He wrapped a fingerless gloved hand around his coffee cup and brought it up to his face. He sniffed and then carefully took a sip. No reaction to the steaming heat, how did he not burn his tongue?
I was suddenly aware that I was staring at him and shook myself back to reality. I had a job due tomorrow and needed to focus. The work was almost done, just needed a little tweaking, so I went back to concentrating on the images on my screen. I don’t know how long I was working again before I felt someone standing at my table. I shifted my eyes to the floor looking for the feet of the person hovering over me. Please let it be the boots, I thought, and there they were, black motorcycle boots. I looked up over my black-framed glasses, and my eyes slowly traveled up his legs, his torso, and then his face. He was even hotter close up.
“Mind if I sit down?” he said. His voice was sweet, and it sent a little shiver down my spine.
“Um …” My mind was blank. All I could think of saying was, “Why?”
He smiled and I melted. “It’s been a long day. I was hoping for some company.”
“Uh …” He had me tongue-tied, but I managed to say, “Sure.”
“My name is Adam,” he said as he pulled the chair out and slid into the seat across from me.
I just stared at him again, baffled by the fact that he was sitting here. This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me, not ever. When I see a guy I’m attracted to, I admire him from afar, and it generally stays that way. The reason for this remains a mystery to me. I go out with friends and they get hit on, but not me. It’s not my looks, I’m sure about that. I’m an attractive woman. I’ve had lots of boyfriends, met them other ways, through friends or school or work. I’m blessed in the looks area. I have long black hair, wavy and streaked with red (at the moment). My lips are full, and I have big brown eyes. I’m finally comfortable with my body, not super skinny, but athletic. But for reasons I’m still not sure about, men don’t generally approach me. Maybe it’s all my tattoos. I’ve been compared to a Suicide Girl, but in this day and age, I can’t imagine anyone being intimidated by tattoos, no matter how many a person has.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Finally resubmitted it!
Wow, ok, so I am super nervous and super excited! My awesome editor gave me some great suggestions and did an amazing job editing the story and writing my synopsis.
So I resubmitted it to the publisher I submitted it to before. I really hope that since I took her advice she will be more open to publishing it. So now I just wait, wait and wait! She says she could take 8 - 10 weeks get back to me. Last time she was back to me in a few weeks, fast... but too fast. That's when she wasn't interested in it.
So "Miss Publisher" please take your TIME! Enjoy it... you'll love it... I promise! ;)
So if your reading this, and you can post a comment... please with me luck!
So I resubmitted it to the publisher I submitted it to before. I really hope that since I took her advice she will be more open to publishing it. So now I just wait, wait and wait! She says she could take 8 - 10 weeks get back to me. Last time she was back to me in a few weeks, fast... but too fast. That's when she wasn't interested in it.
So "Miss Publisher" please take your TIME! Enjoy it... you'll love it... I promise! ;)
So if your reading this, and you can post a comment... please with me luck!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Trying to avoid the repeatative beast
So I am coming to a sad realization that writing an erotic horror series has it's difficulties. The ideas of plot are coming easy, but it's the sex scenes that are becoming a problem.
I don't mean the variety of interesting sex scenes, there I have no problem, sex is easily made interesting. duh! But the language, is where the issue lies. I mean, by the 5th book, how many different ways can you describe an orgasm? I even downloaded some free erotic novels on my iPhone to get some idea of how others wrote. Maybe it was because they were free and not well written but they all seemed the same to me. My story was actually written better, at least in my opinion.
But there has to be better ways to write these scenes without seeming like my vocabulary is limited to words like "passionate, explosion, ecstasy, and urgently".
I guess the best thing to do, since I am not willing to pay do download a better erotic novel is to head to the library... now to just get over the embarrassment of asking the librarian "where do you keep the dirty sex books?"
I don't mean the variety of interesting sex scenes, there I have no problem, sex is easily made interesting. duh! But the language, is where the issue lies. I mean, by the 5th book, how many different ways can you describe an orgasm? I even downloaded some free erotic novels on my iPhone to get some idea of how others wrote. Maybe it was because they were free and not well written but they all seemed the same to me. My story was actually written better, at least in my opinion.
But there has to be better ways to write these scenes without seeming like my vocabulary is limited to words like "passionate, explosion, ecstasy, and urgently".
I guess the best thing to do, since I am not willing to pay do download a better erotic novel is to head to the library... now to just get over the embarrassment of asking the librarian "where do you keep the dirty sex books?"
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