I'm definitely not in the habit of underselling myself. I actually believe that my skills at marketing are pretty strong. However, I just don't see anyone paying $225 for my 132 pages of pure genius.
Here's a thought, if you really want my book that bad (and you know you do), send me an email with your name and address. I'll bill you via paypal and send you a paperback copy at the low, low price of $12. It's a $213 savings and shipping is covered (unless you live in Siberia, then I might let you cover it)!
Yeah, I'm being a little snarky. Part of me wants to call my husband and say "check it out, my book is priced at $225/ copy!" just to see what he'd say. The other part of me just finds it hilarious.
If you have a copy of my book I hope it's properly displayed. You have a very valuable piece of artwork. You may need up your insurance or install an alarm system.
Okay, now my wit has crossed the line.
Click Here if you want a copy . . . and laugh. It's good for the soul.
I've been contacted by a few WinePress authors recently asking if I had any ideas what steps to take to protect our work and keep our books in print.
Honestly, I don't know. I'm just one person, though admittedly a loud one.
I have started a secret group on Facebook where WinePress authors can meet and discuss our next steps.
If you are a fellow author trying to figure out how to deal with this sudden blow, please friend me on FB and I will see that you are added to the group.
Be sure to note that you are a WinePress author when you friend me.
When my sister-in-love saw my website she was eager to tease her big brother that, though I mentioned my kids in my bio, I didn't mention him.
Let me correct that.
Here's the scoop on my soul mate and hubby:
Years ago, I saw this gorgeous man walk down the aisle at church dressed as Jesus in the passion play. He was in full Jesus costume, bare chest, loin cloth and carrying a cross. He was beautiful. I told my aunt I was going to marry that man, and I did.
Of course I had to meet him first. My friend knew him and said "His name is Stan, but he's old". He's the same age as my uncle (actually a few months older), but I didn't care.
He was a helper in the children's ministry and I watched him making children smile.
We both joined clown ministry and began to build a friendship.
At the time, he was going through a program called Master's commission. The program forbid dating. There I was with a gorgeous man who liked children, made me smile and seemed to be interested in me and I couldn't do a thing but wait.
So I waited . . . 10 whole months.
Near the end of the program we both knew we would eventually be dating. We secretly planned our first date for the day of his graduation.
I showed up looking great. This was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.
The graduation ceremony ended and he was officially free. We were ready to head out on our date when the Pastor approached and told us that Stan was still not done with the program since he had one more test to take. Night over.
I went home miserable, got in my sweats and raided the freezer for ice cream. Then he knocked on the door. The Pastor had caught wind of our plan and was teasing us. He was free. We hit the local Bennigan's where we shared a death by chocolate and our life stories.
After dating a while he finally proposed with a poem that ended "Will you drink coke with me till death do us part?"
We've been married since October, 2000. He puts up with my compulsive dreaming and supports me as I follow the good ones. I love him like crazy and yes, I'd still drink coke with him till death do us part.