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Con Artists, I say   1 comment

What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?

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As a libertarian who believes in free-market principles, I categorically support the right of a publisher to engage in whatever business practices they think will make a profit.

Now, turn that around. I also categorically support the right of the authors who deal with that publisher to engage in critical thinking and to reject business practices they think might harm them.

Members of the publishing industry—authors, publishers, peer reviewers—should be held accountable for maintaining ethical practices. We’re not talking laws here, but voluntary exchange between parties. Yes, it’s not always easy keeping others on the straight and narrow. Whether in search of financial or personal gain, some bad eggs do exist within the industry, attempting to bait-and-switch unsuspecting authors.

Stop being unsuspecting. Educate yourself so you are not taken advantage of. That is wholly within your control, though I readily admit it’s not a fun process.

How do I know this? Well, I encountered some of those bad eggs in my journey to self-publication as a novelist.

Predatory publishers, publications, and conferences proliferated in the past decade amid the increase of self-publishing (sometimes called open-access publishing). These predators offer various “pay-to-play” models with benefits that you can’t possibly refuse – and a lot of authors fall prey to these con artists.

Predatory Publishers

So, let’s say an author stumbles upon this brand-new, full-service Open Access publisher. It looks stellar – cheap and convenient. Nice. But, hold on. How do you know it’s not trustworthy – otherwise known as predatory?

Predatory publishers don’t care about quality. They care about netting a quick profit through various charges or a one-size-fits-all fee that equals your mortgage for a year. These publishers may even willingly take unpolished work, especially if they offer in-house peer review and/or copy editing services. Be cautious of publishers guaranteeing acceptance after paying a fee. Be double-cautious if the publishers lacks review transparency and/or offers a short turnaround for publication. Although this all sounds wonderful, it is not sound publishing practice. If they’re promising your novel will be published for a low-low fee of thousands of dollars and they have the juice to make it a best-seller, hit pause and think.

Too good to be true = con artist.

In the end, after about my third query with one of these wolves, I decided to self-publish. I wanted to maintain control of my product, to assure its quality and to own my publication rights. I had a bit of an advantage because I had worked in an adjacent field of publishing, so I already knew such practices existed — there have always been predatory vanity presses out there. But, man, it’s scary out here in the cold and dark by myself.

Learn to Trust Someone

I eventually started a discussion with an author friend who is part of the author cooperative Breakwater Harbor Books which is my publisher of record. We each still own our books and we each still have to find editors, cover creators, format-services and marketing firms to help us where we need it, but we also can help each other from time to time and if a reader cares about whether a book has a “publisher” they will see a dozen other authors published under this boutique publisher.

Which, by the way, is the only advantage of most self-publishing companies. You give them your money, they take control of your book, they may screw it up or improve it, they may stick a great cover on it or a bad one, they may market it or they may expect you to do all of it (and that’s usually the case), and you will get five percent of the royalties rather than 70 percent … after you pay them thousands of dollars.

I held onto my rights and the quality of my work. What did I give up to join the cooperative?

Some trust. Because we use each other as beta readers, we have to trust that our fellow stable members are not going to steal each other’s copyrighted manuscripts. My ISBNs are listed in my own name, so BHB can’t claim to own them, but I have to trust that Scott and Cara and the other authors are not going to take me to court to claim they own my published books. Although we have verbal agreements to that effect, we didn’t involve lawyers and frankly, we didn’t need to.

Ethics absolutely matter

Far more important than the law, ethics (or morality) are the foundation under-girding society. The law can be absolutely on the side of the predatory publisher who has taken your money, somehow relieved you of the rights to your book, and is now letting it languish in their basement. Ethics, however, are on your side, so it’s best to avoid those unethical publishers and be brave – step out on your own and make your own choices, accept your own risks, and leave the con artists standing there with their hats in their hands.

Posted February 10, 2020 by aurorawatcherak in Blog Hop

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My Next Book is on WattPad   Leave a comment

Club Class

(Every so often, I dream about walking in on Laren and Sam. I don’t remember what I did before that. I’m just in the hallway outside the guestroom when I heard a giggle. Thinking Alyse was teasing me, I opened the door and Sam’s head came up from a part of my mother’s anatomy that I thought belonged solely to my father. Details have washed over time, but I remember the surge of horror I felt. I knew about sex, I wasn’t shocked by seeing it. I just always imagined walking in on my parents and being embarrassed, not this stranger with my mother, which ripped my world apart. I didn’t know Sam at the time, but my memory always informs the dream of who he is to me now. Though totally in the wrong doing what he was doing in my father’s house, he had the grace to be embarrassed, to grab for a pillow to cover himself and to toss a blanket toward my mother, who has no grace at all. Beautiful Laren Dellinis Wyngate (now Braddock) sat up in all her glorious nudity, her eyes shining with a blue electricity I already knew to fear. Instead of wrapping herself in the blanket and trying to explain to her traumatized 12-year-old son that sometimes adults do incomprehensible things, she reached for me –. )

I jolt out of my doze, the lingering sensation of my mother’s fingers on my chest following me into waking as if there’s no gap of five years. The sleeping pod that seemed cozy a couple of hours ago now becomes an airless coffin that is too short for my body. I fling my long legs out into the aisle, shoving the strangling blanket away. Sweat coats my back and forehead. The plane outside the pod slants ominously. Except for a passenger reading a book across the aisle and a steward hovering in the service niche, Club Class is asleep. I taste vomit at the back of my throat, so push to standing and stumble barefoot to the head, shaking, my head pounding. My stomach clenches and turns inside out, dumping its content into the toilet. It’s been more than 24 hours since Collin and I bid a lushy farewell to one another in the hotel bar in London. I can’t still be hungover. Lacking Tylenol, I wash my face, but – yeah, I still feel like crap.

When my stomach clenches again, I pull the trigger myself because sometimes it’s just better to get the crap out at the front end instead of letting it work its nasty way through to the end.  I dry-heave a couple of times and then spew my stomach lining into the toilet. A hotflash sears through my body.

I’m washing vomit from my mouth when a polite tap sounds on the door and a clipped British voice asks if I’d like my bed turned into a seat and breakfast now or would I prefer to sleep longer. Sleep? That stroll down memory lane had no resemblance to rest. We’re still four hours out from JFK. I can’t go back into the coffin. Since it appears I’m done puking and my temperature is returning to normal, I opt for breakfast and a book.

“And a bourbon and water straight-up.”

The steward casts me a skeptical look. British Airways lets you drink at 18, which means I don’t technically qualify, but you can buy some excellent ID for a fraction of a trust-fund kid’s weekly allowance. Mine says I turned 21 in April. The first swallow settles my stomach and knocks back the headache. I want to drain the glass and order another, but I’m not stupid. Although my fake card worked just fine all across Europe, I know not to push my luck. I am an experienced rule-breaker. I nurse that drink for an hour, then eat fruit, yoghurt and a bagel for breakfast, before ordering my next one. 

“That must be some great fake ID.”

Jorga Persons, America’s latest superstar female action lead, sits down in the unoccupied seat in my seating pair and times her comment so the steward is out of earshot. She’s gorgeous, though the reality is less awesome than the cinematic version. She’s wearing an ordinary pair of black yoga pants and a lime-green tunic with russet embroidery on either side of the vertical slit that doesn’t quite invite me to look at her breasts. She can’t be more than college-aged herself, so I sip my bourbon and branch before I reply to her. Her glossy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes belie the muscles I can see in her forearms. She grins at my poker face.

“You are Governor Wyngate’s son, right?”

Now comes the calculation. My actual birthdate is accessible to anyone with Google, but I’m pretty sure the steward doesn’t care so long as I behave myself. Do I want the high-profile actress to know my secrets or do I want to engage in a few hours of flirting with an “older woman”? I could get huffy and tell her to go away, but where’s the fun in that? I could pretend she’s mistaken me and offer to buy her a drink. I could admit the truth and offer to buy her a drink. I could pretend I misunderstood the line of questioning and buy her a drink.

“Cosmopolitan, right?” I signal the steward, who indicates I can wait a moment. I smile with a slight nod.

“Not this early in the morning.”

I could point out it must be night somewhere, but it technically is about four in the morning for those of us on London Time.

“Irish coffee then?”

“You (are) a bold one.” I smile. She smiles back. Her pink lips invite kisses. I know nothing about her besides her movie, but I know she didn’t grow up rich because her left bicuspid slightly pushes over the tooth in the front. I don’t care about that. Kids who grew up in a more reality-based childhood tend to be more down-to-earth, is all. “Just coffee, no additives.” She says this to the steward as he comes up beside her.

It wasn’t like I was going to make it into the Mile-High Club if I plied her with enough adult beverages, so I wait for her to make the next verbal move.

“You noticed what I drink?”

She sure asks a lot of questions.

“Always been curious about what they taste like.”

“Order one and find out.”

“Can’t. Allergic to limes.”

“Seriously?” Her face sobers. “How did you find that out?”

“Drank a big glass of limeade after a mountain bike race. It wasn’t the first time I’d drank limeade and I’d noticed it caused a tickle, but my throat closed down that time.”

“Wow. So like what happens to people with bee stings?” I nod. “How old were you?”

“Middle school. Have not drank limes since.”

“You haven’t touched them in the last half-decade?” I smile at her because we both know she’s trying to get me to admit my age.

“It’s been longer.” Barely. “My hands get itchy when I do.” Not technically true. My hands get itchy from contact with lime juice. I have successfully cut limes for friend’s margaritas by just touching the peel and then washing my hands immediately after. I’m not going to answer her query about my age and she seems to realize that.

“I guess your curiosity will have to remain unsatisfied.”

“I guess.” I smile slyly. “Unless the taste is worth the visit to the ER.”

“It’s not.” She’s got a tiny crease between her eyes. I’ve perhaps pushed it too far. Europe may have made me bolder than is wise.

“Then I guess I’ll never know.” I sigh, then shrug. I don’t really miss limeade, so I think I can live without satisfying my curiosity about cosmos. “Were you in Europe for a movie or fun?”

She chuckles.

“Most people think being an actress and fun are the same thing.”

“It’s your job. Are jobs fun?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever had one.”

Ouch! It’s not my fault my dad has money.

“I’m in school.”

“That’s not the same thing.” She’s still smiling and I don’t know where she’s headed. No, I’ve never had a job. I expect I’ll never need the money, but I kind of think I don’t want to do nothing all my life either. My father, uncle and grandfather have jobs after all. The steward sets a small tray with the coffee and sugar and cream on the table and asks if there will be anything else. She says no, sips her coffee and pins me with her bright blue eyes. “I saw your video.”

Wow. Does everybody in the world have a Google alert for my name? If I rolled up to a village in the Amazon jungle, would they whip out a smart phone and show me a video of my finest hour?

“It’s not my video. I didn’t post it.”

“No, but you feature in it. It’s not like I film the movies I’m in. Did you enjoy your debut in film?”

I hated half the people in our hotel bringing it up.

“I would never put up a video like that.”

“So, you’re not a dick, just an ass.” I blink at her. She keeps smiling as she breaths deeply in and out. Oh, baby, she does that well! “I’m not trying to be mean.” She stares at me as I exercise my best poker face. I’m glad my book is in my lap. Can I feign annoyance while rising in her presence? Wow, tough one! “And you are apparently mature enough to know that. Who was the guy with you?”

My cousin Collin interfered with my attempt to bribe the chick to delete the video. He pissed her off and guaranteed it was going on the Internet. Some versions of the video play the whole interaction.

“Collin’s my cousin.”

“Was he supposed to be your chaperone?”

“Not really, why?”

“He’s just a dick …” She gives me a long side glance. “I hoped he wasn’t a friend.”

“You know what they say – you can choose your friends, but you’re stuck with family.” I’m not really enjoying this conversation now, and I want to take a long pull off my drink, but she’s watching me and that’s not the time to be stupid. “And, you’re right. He is a jerk, but my dad pushed him at me.”

“Did he – Collin — push all the ale on you?”

I smirk.

“Nah, I kind of did that to myself. British ale has a higher alcohol content than the beer I’m used to.”

“Ah, which explains peeing in the fountain.”

I can’t help it. I blush. I was a little drunk that night, but mainly, I just really had to go to the bathroom.

“It wasn’t my finest moment.”

“Good you know that. So you asked me if my job is fun.” She tilts her head like she contemplates her answer. She might have a future as an actress beyond action star. “It is and it isn’t. When I first did ‘Death Con’, I thought I was having a great time. There was a lot of drinking and nobody said no to the 16-year-old. My off-camera behavior almost cost me doing the second picture, so now I watch myself. I’ll be legal to drink in the United States in January.”

I’m not sure what to say to that. She was drinking underage just like me and she still drinks, though I think she stopped at one. She’s headed somewhere and I haven’t figured it out yet, so I let her continue.

“And I see a great-looking, otherwise intelligent guy making an ass of himself in a foreign country, clearly withdrawing from a binge on the plane, and then drinking bourbon for breakfast. I get it. Hair of the dog and all that. I just needed to say something.”

She takes her coffee tray to her own seat, leaving me with a very good reason (not) to have a third drink, which is kind of annoying. What’s the use of flying Club class if you can’t enjoy the adult beverages? I appreciate that British Airways recognizes me as an adult, since my ID says I can vote and die in a war. I just wish everyone else would quit trying to make my decisions for me. I only drink the two straight-up bourbon-and-waters in the eight-hour flight across the Atlantic. I want a third and I’m nowhere near drunk, just mellowed enough (not) to get on another plane for Florida, to go visit my mother, who couldn’t care less what I was up to in Europe. The dream reminded me she comes with her own complications. Facing the music that is my father is better for me. Just.

Stay Tuned for Cover Reveal of “Thanatosis”   2 comments

Book 4 of Transformation Project is in the last days of rewrite before heading to betas and editing. And, the cover is ready.

Cover Reveal Brown Wrapper for Thanatosis


Soup to Nuts   2 comments

March 26, 2018 – Being the CEO. How do you handle all the tasks you must juggle in this writing/publishing world? Do you hire out certain tasks? Why or why not?


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Badly? Sometimes well? See all the balls in the air? Ignore the ones on the ground!

I am a hands-on author/publisher, involved in pretty much all aspects of publishing my books.

Willow Branch Blue White Recreation CoverOf course I write them. I guess there are really popular authors out there who have a team who does their writing for them. I’m not that popular.

I edit my writing. It’s not that I don’t use an editor or don’t think they have value, but the cleaner your manuscript is before you send it the beta readers and then an editor, the better. It saves money, headache and heartache.

I read the beta comments and incorporate the changes they suggest … if I agree with them. It’s the same with an editor. Ultimately, it is my book and I don’t always take suggestions because sometimes what is suggested is not what the story needs or it clashes with who the character is.

I design my own covers. That was a financial choice with my first book The Willow Branch. My daughter, an artist, designed the original cover and then ran off to “join the circus” (she’s a traveling musician). She wasn’t available for my second book Life As We Knew It and I “hired” an artist friend of hers who would work for blueberries and moose stew. Then I had a catastrophic computer failure and I lost all of my cover images. My daughter’s friend was busy with school, so he showed me how to use the software he used and I taught myself cover design. I already knew typography from my journalism experience. I think I’ve gotten pretty good at cover design. I do as good a job as the cover mills that risk cover clones and I fulfill my own personal standard of designing a cover that suggests what’s inside the book.

lifeasweknewitI’ve gotten so good at formatting that I’ve now been paid by a few people to do it for them.

How do I do it all? I set deadlines for myself and I try to hold myself to them. I post them to the Sticky Notes feature of my laptop so I am harassed by my own work ethics whenever I log on to play a video game. I’m not always successful — sometimes the video game wins — but I keep trying. I promise myself a break right after I upload the book to Amazon and Createspace and the last couple of books, I’ve kept my promise to myself.

When I have extra money … like, when the books have a good week … I spend the money on advertising. I lack the resources to reach hundreds of thousands of people and some advertisers do a much better job of creating advertisements than I do.


Anaerfell 4   2 comments

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The room still whirled from last night. He tried to close his eyes to keep his stomach from doing the same, but closing his eyes actually made it worse. Drast was somewhat surprised that the drink was still affecting him like this. He had been having more than his fill for—he did not know how long. How long ago did Tyran leave? His mind was too foggy to remember. And Walstan was gone, too.

Vaguely, Drast saw that the sky was just turning blue with the rising sun. At least, he was fairly certain it was sunrise. None of the hues of sunset had begun to color the sky.

“Ser Drast?”

He turned his head to the entrance into his chambers and pulled himself more upright to lean against the nightstand beside his bed. One of the serving women stood just inside of his room. “What?”

anaerfell-jc-author-pic“The Arkhon wishes to speak with you.”

He was not certain what string of curses came from his lips, but the maid blanched and her face grew pink, almost to the color of her hair. The room swirled again while she spoke.

“What?” he asked again.

“I said, Ser Drast, the Arkhon instructed me to remain with you until you came to meet with him.” Her voice quivered.

She was right to fear him. Her voice was fuzzy, just like everything. But, he knew he had not been particularly kind to any of the servants of late. He had managed to avoid his father by effectively frightening the servants. Their fear, combined with late nights, ale, and sleeping until the sun set, had allowed him to avoid talking with anyone who did not enjoy a mug or two.

PictureA few of the servants had initially joined him in drinking. He loosely recalled this maid among them. Ura? Mura? Lura?

“Kura,” he finally muttered. He had been a little too handsy and she had since avoided him like—he could not clearly comprise a simile. Like. Like? Like the moon avoided the sun? Good enough.

“Yes, Kura,” she murmured.

Drast spat at the chamber pot. He was fairly certain he missed. “Well, come on in, Kura.” He belched. “I know how we can pass the time.”

Posted February 22, 2017 by aurorawatcherak in book promotion

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Consulting My Crystal Ball   5 comments

The topic today is — How changes in the industry, in technology or in the tools (social media, blogging, etc.) will affect your ability to earn a living or make your mark as a writer?

I admit, I don’t think a lot about that and I don’t worry much about it because I have a job that pays my bills. When the books make money, it goes to helping them make more money. Someday I hope to make enough to add that profit to my retirement accounts, but I’m not there yet.

This was, then, a hard topic to address because I hadn’t done it before. But I did it. You can join us if the topic appeals.

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I think fortune telling’s big downfall is that you are probably wrong. The weather man? Wrong … 60% of the time. I can predict with fair certainty that it will be cold in December in Alaska, but what will the indie world hand me in 2016 …?

I’m certain indie authors are the future of publishing. We’re a growing trend and I’m not the only prognosticator who sees green lights for the future, but I’m also convince that the decisions we make today will continue to reshape the future of publishing. We have the power to make our future a great one or a nightmare.

According to Mark Coker, it’s difficult to determine the percentage of the ebook market now controlled by indie authors. Retailers supposedly know, but they aren’t necessarily telling and their statistics vary dramatically. In terms of unit sales, indie authors probably control 15-20% of the ebook market. Because indie ebooks are priced significantly lower than traditionally published ebooks, the dollar market share is probably in the 4-8% range.

Before you panic, follow my logic here. Getting readers to read books is what matters most in the long run. Readership builds author brand and reader trust, and reader purchases flow to trusted authors. Every year readers are spending more hours reading books from indie authors. Reader eyeballs will continue to transition to indie ebooks in 2016. So, it’s probably a safe bet to say that the indie market will continue to grow in terms of unit sales and actual market share for the foreseeable future 

Compared to traditionally published ebook authors, indie ebooks are much more competitive. Indies with ebooks enjoy full distribution to retail and library sales; faster time to market; greater creative control; marketing and promotion flexibility; 4-5 times higher ebook royalties; and the ability to price dramatically lower. Most indies are pricing between $2.99 and $3.99, whereas most traditional publishers are still pricing their front list books above $10.00.  Any entrepreneur will tell you that any item for sale (in this case a book) that is priced at $3.99 will get significantly more buyers than a book priced over $10.00. The large publishers are over-pricing books and harming their authors’ ability to build readership.

Meanwhile, retailers are giving indie authors more seats at the market table. Every major retailer now promotes indie ebooks on their home pages. For example, Barnes & Noble stepped up efforts in 2015 to provide high profile merchandising to indie ebook titles and the local manager here in Fairbanks actually visited the writer’s guild to ask us to bring our paperback books to him for feature in an Alaska authors section.

The better indie authors get at cover design, writing, editing and creative marketing and promotion, the more of a threat we become to the traditional publishers. Eventually we will gain more market share and be able to increase our prices a bit while still remaining competitive. The big publishers don’t generally have that sort of flexibility and it will hurt them in the long run.

Which brings me to my second prediction. More traditionally published authors will continue to experiment with self-publishing and they will discover that the water is great for someone who already has name recognition.

Conversely, because of ebooks never go out of print (er, you know what I mean), authors will face more competition in the future, particularly from Kindle Unlimited and Amazon Prime. Why buy the book when you can read it and thousands of others for one low price? Amazon is training Kindle customers to view even 99 cent ebooks as too expensive when other books can be read for what feels like free. KU now offers 1 million books almost exclusively supplied by indie authors. So why buy the book?

Because of that pressure, non-exclusive indie authors (those who haven’t bought into Amazon’s exclusive publishing platform) will feel increasing pain in 2016 as Kindle customers opt to read books “for free” under their Kindle Unlimited subscription. So, I therefore predict that more indie authors will embrace exclusivity, even against their will. We’re cutting our own throats in doing so, but it’s the reality of monopolistic practices is that sooner or later, those who participate get shafted. Amazon controls KU payouts, which means Amazon can decide to pay authors less at any time, or can decide to demand even greater concessions in exchange for future program benefits. If your books are exclusive on KU, you are at the mercy of Amazon. With over 1 million books enrolled in Kindle Select already, it’s only a matter of time before the pool becomes overcrowded and Amazon makes the monopolist’s choice to increase the fee-for-passage in the form of even greater concessions.

(Aside here for a moment – Amazon is not a legal monopoly. Any company can enter the competitive ring against Amazon at anytime, but while Smashwords is fine with you putting your books out on other services, Kindle Select doesn’t allow that. That exclusivity leaves indies vulnerable to manipulations by Amazon. I have sold 13 copies of The Willow Branch on Smashwords in two years and several hundred on Amazon, making it likely that I will continue to opt for exclusivity even as it galls me to do so. I don’t know the solution because currently they have indie authors over a proverbial barrel.  I only point out the problem).

I believe print sales will remain steady, but if indie authors want to capitalize on that market we have got to learn to produce high quality print books at prices that don’t frighten away customers. Print books account for approximately 70% of the book market. That’s why, by the way, that I go to the effort to format for print and to produce high quality books. Createspace’s high prices mean I don’t sell a lot of them, but I’m hoping if they’re available, someday, I will. The local manager of Barnes & Noble told the writers guild that trade paperback sizes (the larger format books that indie authors normally publish) are a growing section of the business. He suggested we give them great covers and good interior formatting, up to or greater than the standards of traditional publishers. I already do that. Do you?

Indie authors are not significantly represented in print sales because we lack distribution to physical stores and nothing markets a print book like the ability to browse in person. But why would Amazon open a brick and mortar bookstore in Seattle if it didn’t acknowledge the durability and importance of physical stores?  Print is not going away. Traditional publishers and brick and mortar bookstores will continue to hold their own because people like to be able to browse physical books. Therefore, I predict that brick and more retailers will make greater efforts to accommodate indie authors who produce high-quality print books, because as our ebook sales grow, we become a threat to traditional publishers who don’t want to lose market share.

I predict that author support businesses will increase and eventually drive down the price of author support services — editing, cover design, formatting, marketing, etc. I expect to see merchandising companies to enter that market. Merchandising companies are the ones who would get your book placed in the bookstores and on newstands. We have a company here in Alaska that does that, but they want exclusivity and I am unwilling to give up distribution on Amazon to assure newsstand space in Alaska. I believe we’ll also see many of the “vanity” presses begin to offer lower-cost ala carte services as it dawns on them that independent authors aren’t making the sort of money that allows them to drop thousands of dollars on a “package” and that we have figured out that we don’t have to.

Finally, I predict that social media is changing. Unless something changes with Twitter it will become a vast echo chamber that won’t help to sell any books. I think that is already underway. What will take its place? Media that will challenge authors … Pinterest, Tumblr and Instagram. They aren’t useless to us, but because they are visual media, we will have to learn how to communicate in that way. I hope you really thought about your cover images because their visual impact will grow in importance. I’ve been following a lot of photographers on Twitter these days because of that visual element.

How does all this effect me? Not that much because I write my books to please myself and my money job pays my bills. Yes, I would love to sell millions of copies and be a best-seller, but I’m not worried that it won’t happen because I remain grounded in the soil in which God has planted me. I’ll keep casting my bread upon the waters and see if any blessings return to me. I’ve heard advice from industry gurus that the more good books you publish, the greater your chances of being being noticed. I can do that.

So my absolutely final prediction is that Objects in View (Book 2 of Transformation Project) will publish no later than October 2016 and you can look for Fount of Dreams (Book 3 of Daermad Cycle in 2017). And I’ve got some works-in-progress that are progressing. At least those predictions I have some say in whether they come to fruition or not.

Prognosticating for you here in the Last Frontier, I’m Lela Markham.

Now Available on Pre-Order   5 comments

Front Cover RedMirklin Wood hit critical mass this weekend. It’s been uploaded and is now available for pre-order with a publication date of March 15. The print book is almost ready to go as well.


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