Showing posts with label Book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Book. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Christmas Break

Christmas is closing in fast and I have decided now would be a good time to shut down for the season. In a few short days my son will be here and I will want to spend my time with him and other members of the family. I'd like to wish each and every one of you a blessed Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah! (Also every other special day in the season)

I am having a giveaway of The Storyteller's Dusty Trunk II. In the U.S. The winner will get the physical book, but if by chance the winner is outside the U.S. of A. - I will email the PDF, which can be read on your computer. If you would like to be in the drawing, let me know in your comment and I will put your name in the hat. I'll have my son pick the winning slip on New Year's Day, before he leaves. I'll put it on my first post of the year and have you send me your address or email, if I don't already have it. This is open to anyone who reads my blog - anywhere.

Have a Merry, Merry, and a Happy, Happy!
From our house to yours!

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Wordless Wednesday

Blueberries in progress ...

Flowering crab mess.

Jack and Minnie Pearl (neighbor dog)

There is a Jack in the weeds.

Lots thinner than I thought ...

Reason I haven't washed the windows.

Entertainment for the rest of the week.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Personal Relationship

I wasn't going to do this, but it has been a few really nuttso days, trying to get this afloat. I believe there were over a dozen emails between me and the support team at the Book Patch. After an 'Internal Error' and having to start the process all over in the middle of the night, I managed to get it in there. I put the little 'Buy it Now' button on my page and checked it out. Worked fine. The next day, I went to the site itself to check out how it looked with the two other books I have. I couldn't find it. Then I had the bright idea to put in my (gasp) name. Low and behold, there it was, all by itself with my name.

My mind went a little blurry. Why would I bother using the S. J. if I was going to tell the world my name was Sharon? After emails and changing my name on my account to S. J. I was told, "All better now." Now, if by some extremely odd quirk of fate, I was ever sent a royalty check - will I be able to CASH it? I feel like I know this person that I am emailing and figure he/she must sigh every time they see my email address. All fixed? Yeah, I think so, after this afternoon when I did a search on the bookstore site and couldn't find my book by the book name, my name, or even the name that should have been up there. My helpful helper had entered S J without the periods and has included them now.

Now, I am not saying the company is a bad one - I may have done something in the midnight hours when I first tried to make it and it had a domino effect. They are always courteous and helpful and I will use them again. I liked that I could offer pdfs and believe me, I can't figure out mobi or epub - it was an option I could handle. 

Have a nice evening/morning whatever. Now, I get to clean up the deceased baby spiders on the ceiling. Have a good one!

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Almost finished!

What a day, night, you name it. I am one whipped puppy. I dug out my old (and one new) short stories and compiled The Storyteller's Dusty Trunk II. I imagine a lot of you have seen some of them and would remember them - like my Halloween stories. The shortest is my one page wonder, My Sailor which is a page and a half in pdf book size. The longest is not even 5K words. I'm (dare I say the words?) planning to republish my first dusty trunk. The thing is, I can sell the pdfs on the website IF I have the books there. I'm hoping to make enough to pay for the copyrights. I'll see.

I still have to make the cover, that's worse than anything for me. Even though I am an old lady, I am still a novice writer. I did clean up Back to the Land and put in a couple pictures. I have been at it for some time. I just want to see my work in print, on my shelf, my 'mark' on the world. I was here - you know? Pitiful, I know. I may be pipe dreaming, who knows? I should go to bed. It's late.
Summer '83