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Gleanings: of hissy-fits, saying no, and Love in a Small Town

Life has intruded, terribly. I had a big hissy-fit, watched a number of episodes of Bones, and came to the realization that I absolutely had to write. Writing would solve everything. Why can I not remember this? Because the world is so loud, and everyone’s needs are so loud.

I told a few people and responsibilities, “No,” and came to the page for stolen moments.

A main difficulty of the modern writer, the modern human being, is being called on to wear so many hats, many of them ill-fitting, and confusing. I find I’m scattered in a million directions, and some of the directions are deserts. When I thought of that, I decided that is my challenge. It is a problem for me, and problems were meant to be solved. And usually they are solved one step at a time.

Love in a Small Town

Love in a Small Town

My first step is to do what I can do with what I have this minute. I followed through with my first thought, which was to put digital editions of Love in a Small Town on sale for $1.99. These editions are at at Barnes and Noble and iTunes, and just about everywhere, except Kindle. The Kindle version is taking pre-orders, but…psst: if you will wait until the end of the month, it, too, will be on sale.

Love in a Small Town is also now published in paper, and if you buy the paperback edition at Amazon, you will get the Kindle version at the current sale rate of $1.99. Supposedly, but I can’t figure out where this is on the page. So I started to get frustrated again and have another hissy-fit, when–stop! Use the energy to fuel my life. If anyone has knowledge of this fact of a reduced price on Kindle after buying the paper version, please let me know how to find it on the page.

I leave you with quotes that I used to encourage myself this morning:

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues. ~ Duke Ellington  (If I took the energy I use to pout, I could either write an opus or run the world–or at least clean my desk.)

Anger is a map. Anger shows us what our boundaries are. Anger shows us where we want to go. ~ Julia Cameron

I started a miracle list. ~ my friend, Maxie.

God bless you all,

Love in a Small Town, lessons in the love of publishing

Love in a Small Town

Love in a Small Town

Love in a Small Town has been re-released in digital and is now available in a number of new venues:
Nook iBooks Kobo Inktera Scribd

It is coming in Kindle and in print by the end of the month.

Last fall a long-time writer said something to me that opened my world. It was, “I never thought I wanted to be bothered with the publishing business side. I hated it. But then I started doing it, and I am loving it!

Not only have I disliked the business side of publishing. I dug my heels in about it for years, even as more  and more of the business end fell to the author’s shoulders. It seemed in complete opposite to the artistic side of me.

But one day I realized I’d learned an awful lot. That I was naturally doing things now and liking much of it. My friend’s comment made me think. So in the past six months, I have jumped in with both feet, and found that I, too, am enjoying this new era of author-publisher. I am having a blast!

I like being the one to call the shots on how my books are presented. I like that books that were very well received, that people told me brought them great reading joy, are not left to languish, forgotten. I like deciding on new ways of presentation, editing, re-writing, writing blurbs and descriptions, doing my own book covers, because I love to play with color and fonts and design. Art is a big part of my being. And I like the instant gratification, and all from the comfort of my cozy office.

Earlier this year, I took over the publishing and marketing of my books previously held by Belgrave House, one of the earliest of the digital book publishers. The books are off the market, as I one by one edit and republish in today’s markets. So much to learn. The programs and opportunities seem to change daily. It is often frustrating, but never ending in fascination.

Life is change. There is the saying that we must keep up, but I don’t believe that. I believe that we can make our own way. We can carve out our own path. This is what I have always done with my writing.


Gleanings: Let the Force of Habit be with the Writer

Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, like athletes. Without that exercise, the muscles seize up. ~ Jane Yolen

Today’s schedule has gone awry. Totally. Annoyingly. I’m thrown into confusion. With so much to do today, so many obligations jumping up and down and shouting, I find myself at my computer, writing. Yes, that I’m fleeing confusion brings me here to the keyboard–but then I see. I am drawn to the keyboard and my writing by the strong, invincible force of habit. My Lord, I have succeeded in building my writing muscle, and it is demanding to work.

The writing habit is everything. Habit is a force that surpasses willpower. And anyone can build this powerful force. Just write everyday, as much as possible at the same time. Keep your habit, and it will keep you.

God bless, dear hearts,



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