Dawn Brazil's Blog

Hi Everyone!

I hope everyone is staying sane and safe in the age of Corona and social isolation.

Now, is a great time to pick up a hobby or two. Reading is, of course, one of my most treasured hobbies, but I also love to bake. I’m always in search of recipes that will support my efforts to control the bulge trying to take over my midsection. Maybe you’re thinking? Just step away from the plate of double chocolate chip cookies. Sorry, I can’t. I love a gooey batch of soft in the middle and crunchy around the edges cookies. Yum!

What does this have to do with books? Nothing. I just wanted to share a bit. And I love my cookies.


What’s currently happening?

Right now, I’m part of a fantasy and science fiction book fair. C.L. Cannon, from Fiction Atlas Plus, hosts the book fair. I’m offering my first in series novel, Finding Me for, $.99 for the duration of the fair. If you haven’t gotten a copy, get it today while the price is low. If you’ve read it, please consider leaving a review. Authors and readers love reviews. Please, and thank you!

Here’s a link to the Book Fair https://clcannon.net/bookfair

There are many other awesome reads to be purchased at the fair, so please stop by today!

I’m also part of Michelle A. Bailey’s awesome Paranormal romance giveaway. What are the prizes you ask: 3 best-selling PNR novels, book swag, and a $20 Amazon gift card? Enter this fantastic giveaway.

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What’s up next?

I was supposed to release the Box Set for my YA urban fantasy series, Finding Me, on July 15th. That didn’t happen. Why? Covid-19! My day job had me work from home, and it took over my life. I didn’t know I was a workaholic until I could work at any time of the day. I’m back in the office, and the workload is insane, but that’s not my problem. I’ve got other work to do. Work that I enjoy doing at that!

I’ll be putting the Box Set out on August 21st for the Finding Me series.

The Box set for Mass Hysteria is now pushed to September 18th.

My YA fantasy, VOLT, is set to release on October 30th.

I’m excited about all these new ways readers can engage with my work. I adore writing and creating new worlds. I can’t wait for the world to meet Sam and Joe in VOLT. There is a whole lot of whimsy in that book. I’ll share a sample in my next newsletter – it’s with the editor in the final stage of edits. Squee!

What am I reading/recommending?

I’m currently reading Restore Me by Tahereh Mafi. This is book 4 in the Shatter Me series, and I absolutely adore these books. I’m swooning hard for Warner, but yeah, I’m feeling terrible for Adam, too. Oh, the struggle.
Teaser...

I’m offering up a sampling of my first in the Finding Me series novel, Finding Me.

One of the weirdest days of my existence began with a kiss.

Standing beside my locker before the start of my first-period class, I did a double-take at what I saw.

Zack, who was supposed to be my boyfriend, had his lips locked with Lauren’s, who was supposed to be my friend. I pressed my mouth into my cupped hands to quiet my laughter as it erupted from me.

I couldn’t have cared less who he kissed. Or who she kissed, for that matter. My relationship with Zack was built on a lie. The lie: my mother loved me. She didn’t. Well, maybe a minuscule amount, but she had the strangest ways of exhibiting her affection. Mostly, she only wanted what was best for her. And what was best for her was having people believe I dated Zack.

Family dynamics of the rich were confusing, but one thing was clear—the rich dated the rich. Period.

I had an issue with the concept, but that wasn’t public information. Prim and proper, I stayed in my place because, if my mother had to force me into my place, it was never a pretty scene.

As I ceased my laughing fit, I spun around to find Zack and Lauren standing before me. I instantly whirled in the opposite direction.
If I could forego a confrontation, that’s what I did. So, fleeing was a normal response to this situation.

Zack caught my hand, pushed me against the closest locker, and narrowed his eyes. He lowered his head to mine, like what he had to say was private, and he didn’t want Lauren to hear.

“We need to talk. Now.” The tilt of his mouth and sharp angle of his head as he stared down at me gave me pause.

I glanced at Lauren. Her face was slack with no emotion. Weird much? She stood bone-straight, with her head bent and her eyes on Zack. Like she was locked in a trance.

What’s her problem? And why is he angry? With me?

His anger stole away any humor I’d found in our awkward situation. His grip on my arm tightened, and my anger grew.

I tried to suppress it, to push it back. But it was palpable and fueled by his reaction. To calm myself, I took a deep breath and tore my eyes away from him. That was when it registered.

The silence.

It was deafening.

The normal clank of heels hitting the floor and melody of cell phones were non-existent.

There were no classmates hunched in groups telling secrets and whispering lies. Only an abyss of silence.

And, of course, Zack, standing over me, scowling. Maybe I should have turned and bolted in the opposite direction. But Zack wasn’t patient. He wouldn’t wait for me to contemplate a response to him kissing Lauren.

I forced my eyes upward, letting my mind rifle through all the things I could say to avoid making this worse than it already was. My thoughts were scattered; the right words slipped away. “I… no… you are not–”

My head jerked back suddenly, casting a dozen sparkling stars across my eyes. A bolt of electricity shot up my spine. The zap was so intense, I stumbled face-first to the floor. The fall should have thrown me to the smooth, dry surface of the dark mahogany school hallway.
It didn’t.

My hands met moisture. My eyes bulged as I took in what lay beneath them: grass.

I lifted my head to scan the area, stunned to silence. A sea of green enveloped me. The urge to scream overpowered everything, but I fought it. I clasped my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound that escaped anyway.

The Payton football field stretched before me.
How can I be here? This isn’t possible. I scrambled to my feet, spun around, and gazed at the school I’d been in just moments ago. I shut my eyes tight. “Please, let me be back in the school, about to have the biggest fight with Zack.”

My heart thrummed at my chest, but my eyes remained shut —afraid of what I might find once I dared a peek. But standing with them closed wasn’t an option. A crow cawed overhead to urge me on.

My eyes sprang open. Confusion twisted away at my insides. Why was I still on the field? I swallowed back the lump in my throat, and ran a shaky hand through my thick hair that was blowing into my face, obstructing my vision.

Straining against the glare of the midday sun, I tripped, my feet two cinderblocks in my boots. Although late August, the wind that kicked up seemed to scream winter and not fall. I tucked my unruly hair away from the rebel wind and took another reluctant step forward. That was when I saw it—the crimson against the emerald green of the field. The colors blended, reminding me of Freddy Krueger’s sweater in A Nightmare on Elm Street. There was a lot of blood in that movie; I was certain blood was what I saw red on the field.

I gasped. My breath caught in my throat, and the stench of copper invaded my nostrils. I fought against the urge to vomit yet couldn’t contain my desire to move closer.

I’d never seen a dead body before.

After a few steps, my feet refused their forward motion. Fear raced slick and hot up my spine. The familiar face taunted me. It should: I knew it well. It belonged to Zack.
I fell to the ground near his body. I leaned forward to grasp the rigid turf as a wave of nausea rocked me. But I refused to look away.

Unable to comprehend what I saw, I searched his open eyes that were bleak as night. His gaze was blank: two holes that led to nothing but emptiness. I extended my hand to close them. Tears fell on my outstretched arm as I inched my hand toward him. Fear pierced my resolve. I tried to choke back the fear.

It lingered.

Without warning, my body convulsed like I’d been zapped with a Taser. Tiny needles pricked every inch of my skin. With a blink of darkness, the football field disappeared. I stood back inside the school.

Zack’s hand trembled on my side, and the veins in his neck protruded. I’d never seen him this angry before. Lauren, dressed in black, stood hunched beside him with a grimace.
All this… as if I’d never left.

Zack held me by the waist, and I yanked free of his touch. I swallowed back the bile that rose up in my throat. I didn’t know what to think. Relief he wasn’t dead mingled with anger over his reaction to me seeing the kiss and the lunacy of being back in the school again.

No doubt he would think my reaction was a response to him kissing Lauren a moment ago.

He’d be wrong.

He had been dead. How could he be here next to me now?

Normal. No blood, no injury.

Hello fine peoples. I've been busy...breathing and such. I just wanted to pop onto the blog and say... I really missed blogging. Sure it can get time consuming and I don't always get comments but its, what's the word - cathartic. 

I've been pretty much away from the writing world altogether while I get my stuff together. Again. Well, away from everything but writing. I couldn't stop writing for two years. I haven't tried to not breathe but it's been scientifically proven to kill you after a short amount of time. Same with me and writing. 

I'm writing this while most of the world is probably watching The Oscars. Meh. Didn't feel much for watching it this year. I've got writing and editing and agents to contact. Oh yeah. Agents. I've decided I can't self-publish. Or at least it will be a last resort if I don't get picked up by an agent. 

Right now, it's the right thing for me and I've got to be true to what I feel is right. Dang, that's a lot of rights. What am I planning to shop around? Mass Hysteria: A young adult science fiction novel. I'm super excited about this! Here's a teaser of the first 320 words: 


I time my laugh to spill perfectly from my lips. 

Except, the sensation rises from my abdomen like gravel tumbling through my mouth. Stacy turns in her seat with her lips pursed tight. She shakes her head. The other girls stop giggling. Their purrs of laughter in deep contrast to my piercing cackle. 

They frown in unison - everyone but Stacey. She has an ‘I’m sorry I got you into this mess, Hun’ look on her face. Though lacking in most social skills, I’m easily able to read their expressions: ‘What the hell was Stacey thinking bringing the schizoid?’

I’m painfully aware something is off with me. On a scale of weirdness, I’m not Pinhead. I’m more Carrie, without the powers. I’d change this perception of oddness I convey, but I don’t know where to begin to work on myself. 

So I don’t. 

Glancing around the table, I attempt a quick recovery. “I have a dog, too. He’s the cutest little Pomeranian.” 

My words are met with oohs and awws but Stacey shakes her head once, slightly. I don’t know why she does it. I’ve hit a cord with these girls. I block her shaking head and the bombardment of senseless information streaming through my mind and continue talking. “He’s a handsome little fur ball.”

“I love dogs,” One of Stacey’s friends says.. “My Jax is too freaking cute.” 

 “My little FeFe is too adorbs. What’s your dog’s name, Elizabeth?” Melissa, the closes girl to me asks. 

“Norman Bates. He’s a  -” 

“You named your dog Norman Bates,” Melissa says. 

“Yes. He -” 

“Like, isn’t that the crazy dude from that movie? The one who cross dressed like his mom and like killed everyone?” someone else asks. 

“Yes, it’s - ”

“It’s kinda weird…Well, a lot weird that you named your dog after a homicidal maniac.” Melissa says. No one speaks after her comment. They all stare in opposite directions. 

I almost laugh at their reaction but stop myself. A rush of useless information hurries through my head: the song streaming over the speaker in the restaurant is by Colbie Caillat; approximately twenty-five people have walked into the restaurant since we arrived; More women than man eat here; our waitress has a build-up of dandruff she tries to cover with a bad hair dye...

 I shake my head discretely. They act like I told them I’m naming my first born Freddie Kruger.  


What have you been up to? Any exciting news? 

I read to escape reality. What about you? 
I love getting lost in another world and meeting new people. I can’t help but fall in love with the main love interests in the books I read (Four, is my favorite). I often find myself thinking about these characters as if they're real people I know. I wonder what they could be up to now… weeks after I’ve read the story. 
Don’t get me wrong, not all books leave this lasting impression on me. But oh my when one does… I can’t even begin to explain the emotions. How can anyone hate reading? 
I actually have the answer to that question. They haven’t found their book. I honestly believe there's a book for everyone. And I truly believe some books were not made for certain people. I’ve even told people who asked to read one of my books, “Oh, it’s not right for you.” – Disclaimer: I’ve only said this to people I know well. And I still admonish them to purchase it for someone else they know who loves to read. 
One of the methods I employ to see if I’ll like a book is, reading the first paragraph. Yes. That’s right. I read the first paragraph. If there’s something good in the first few sentences, I’ll continue on. If not, I put the book down. The only time I make an exception is when I already love the author’s other works. 
I know that what I’m suggesting is a tall order. But grabbing the reader’s attention on page one, paragraph one is possible. What am I looking for in those first couple of sentence? What is it about that first word, sentence, paragraph, that makes you feel you can’t put the story down?  While there is no scientific method for hooking a reader, there are some tricks you can employ to aid in your readers being unable to put your book down. 
One specific tool you can use: Mystery.
I want to feel like something is going on and I need to find out what. I want to feel like I’m going to miss out on something big if I don’t keep reading. I want that first page to produce a slew of questions that forces me to keep reading. 
Mystery. That’s it in a nutshell. Instinctively, we're all nosy. We all want to know the why, the how, the when, and the where… Reading a great opening hook should make you salivate for the rest of the story, not feel tired, and put the book down. 
Here are some of my favorite opening lines from YA books (I write YA so I always refer to YA): 
If I Stay by Gayle Forman – “Everyone thinks it was because of the snow.” --- What snow? What is ‘it’? An accident? Did someone get hurt? Who got hurt? Did they die? 
Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi – “I’ve been locked up for 264 days.” – Who locked you up? Why have you been locked up so long? Where are you locked up? Where are your parents? What did you do? 
Divergent by Veronica Roth – “There is one mirror in my house.” – Why is there one mirror in your house? Why is this something that is important? Where is this mirror? Where are the other mirrors? Is it bad for you took look in the mirror? Why would it be bad to do that? 
Witch and Wizard The Gift by James Patterson – “Listen to me.” – Are you in danger? Why should I listen to you? What’s about to happen? Is something bad about to happen? 
Finding Me by Dawn Brazil  - “One of the weirdest days of my existence began with a kiss.” – Why is the day so weird? Why did the day start with a kiss? Was the kiss weird? Who did you kiss? Why did you use the word, existence? 
Mass Hysteria (unpublished) by Dawn Brazil – “I time my laugh so it sounds just right rolling from my lips.” Are you forcing a laugh? Why are you forcing a laugh? Do you not feel comfortable where you’re at? Are you trying to impress someone? Are you not comfortable in your own skin? Do you often pretend? 
Do you see the questions produced from just one sentence from every book? Just think if I had used the first paragraphs. If you can do this with your opening line then I think you're on to something. Maybe you have questions raised but are they the right questions. Evaluate your opening line and see if it stands up to the test before you give it to readers. 


Read a book. Have a great day and smile. 

As I revise my current Work in Progress, I’m paying close attention to the first ten pages. Why? Most agents I’ve looked up want to see the first ten pages – some want more. There’s one big agent I have my heart set on – she wants ten. The drafting process isn't hard for me. I'm not a complete pantser. I outline every story beforehand but I deviate from the outline as I go. 
Revising and editing, however, is hard for me. As it probably is for every writer that is willing to put in the work to craft a story that is worth 6 hours (or more) of your reader's time.  
What am I doing to ensure those first pages are written as tight and clean as possible? What am I doing to ensure there is enough in these pages to keep her reading? What am I doing to ensure she feels that all-important connection to my main character?


Here’s a list things I’ve done to improve my manuscript with the above key elements in mind:
Start with a hook – a hook doesn’t have to be gimmicky. It has to draw the reader in. It has to make a statement that this story is worth reading. It has to make the reader want to read on. It has to make them ask a question – Why did that happen? How did that happen? When did that happen? What just happened? If you can do that, you’ve hooked the reader.
Introduce your main character- in the first ten pages your reader should have an understanding of who your MC is. They might not know everything there is about the character (they should NOT know everything about the character at this point. It’s too soon) but they should have a sense of who this person is and whether they like them or can root for them in the story.  – A quick aside – The reader does not have to like your main character but they do have to root for the main character. If they are unable to root for them to win, there is no investment in the story. They won’t care if you have Samantha get hit by an Ice Cream truck and lose both her legs while crossing the street. They’ll shrug at best and at worst, they’ll put your book down.
Present a problem – if you haven’t hinted at some type of drama in the first ten pages, I won’t keep reading. I need to know that something is going to happen to this person that I really like and I want to see how this person solves/or comes through it. You don’t have to present every issue in the first ten pages though. But you must show the reader that not all is perfect in the MC’s world.
Show, Don’t tell – I know this piece of advice is everywhere. But it is the absolute truth. Nothing pulls me out of a story quicker than the author talking to me. Let the characters move the story forward with dialogue. There’s going to be times when you have to tell and not show but choose those instances wisely. Engage the five senses in your scenes to help with the showing.
No info dumping - There shouldn’t be huge chunks of prose about what happened before the story started. Or don’t try to explain who a character is through giant clumps of exposition. Weave the backstory into the manuscript organically – through dialogue, or character action. I know this can be difficult, especially for fantasy and science fiction writers, because you have to build worlds and explain how those worlds work. I know. I write Young Adult science fiction and fantasy. If I can do it, you can to.

This list isn’t all encompassing. There are other things to look for but these are the key elements I’m looking to hone. These are the things I’ve been working to perfect in my manuscript. I’ll dive into each area in depth in the coming weeks. Stay tuned.


Have a great day. Read a book and smile!

I've been doing a lot of thinking about my current WIP. Thinking about how I would like to publish it. Do I really want to go the route of self-publishing again. I could look for another publisher. But what if they fold like my last one? The questions are endless.

So, for the first time in a long time, I'm thinking about re-entering the slush pile. I literally just heard someone groan. Or maybe that was me. Yeah, it's not the nicest of thoughts I've had regarding this book. But its probably one I've been entertaining the most these days. It's not a terrible thing to get an agent and work with a publisher. Nope. Not at all. It's the sting of rejection that I'm not looking forward to.

Why would I give up the creative freedom I have as an Indie author? Why would I want the tense restrictions that come with this type of publication? Will I be okay with not publishing for two or more years? The questions are truly endless but the answer is simple. I'm struggling doing it alone.

Okay, so to be fair, I didn't exactly do it on my own. I had a cover designer - who I had to pay. I had an editor - who I still have to pay. I have marketing expenses that I have to pay for... I think it's sinking in now. Right? It was all too much. With very little in return. I. Need. Help.





So, I'm at the point where I'm seriously considering the slush pile. If I find an agent, I might land a big publisher. I know it's a long shot. If it doesn't pan out, I'll self publish the book. No harm, no foul.

See the thing is, I really love this book. This is the first book I ever wrote. I let it sit for years and worked on other things. But these characters are with me. I love their story. It deserves more recognition than my pocket book and time will allow.

So, yeah, I have a few agents I'm going to query. What are they looking for: the first 10 pages.



My next post will discuss what I've done to whip my 10 pages (and entire novel) into shape. I better get to it.




Have a great day! Read a book and laugh.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about today. Until I started writing. And thinking. It’s been a while since I updated the blog but I’ve been keeping busy. And that’s what I’m going to talk about.
I’m in the throes of some heavy editing. The story is a YA sci-fi and there’s a ton of romance. Honestly, I cringe when I write romance. It’s hard for me. I always think it sounds cheesy. So how do I combat the uneasy feeling that creeps across me whenever I have to write a kissing scene? I study. A lot.
I scour the Internet for hours on end looking for information about my current lovey dovey topic. Yeah, right. I don’t have time to do that. And if your schedule is like mine, you don’t either. So what do I do? I use Pinterest.



There are literally thousands of articles on Pinterest about the craft of writing. But it’s not just ‘this is how you write your book.’ Nope. There’s some extremely detailed articles. Here’s just a sampling of some of the things I’ve researched and found multiple articles on:
How to make the reader cry?  --- Yes, I want my readers to bawl when one of my MC’s dieHow to write for the YA audience?  -- Uh, because I write YA.Writing the first kiss? ---in a YA story this is uber important (in most stories, actually)How to revise like a pro?  ---- I took my current WIP from past tense to present. I. Wanted. To. Die. Never again… unless I absolutely have to.How to structure scenes? ---- Of course, because everything has to flow. Right?
  It is so important to continue to learn your craft and then evolve. Never lose the thirst for knowledge. There is always room for improvement... {insert another inspirational quote here}
What’s your go to site for writer related information? If you don’t already follow me, you should be. I’m pinning away as Dawn Brazil. Follow me. 



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THE BLURB
Priscilla is happy being a successful, single, business woman. Or is she?
With her best friend's wedding approaching, she finds herself constantly daydreaming about romance with perfect men - doctors, firemen, secret agents, sexy chefs. Aiming for perfection, she tries to ignore an ordinary guy she sees every day and makes her feel... something.

When perfection finally comes, she finds herself torn between her dreams and the reality. Perhaps dreamy perfection is just not something that ticks all her boxes. Are couples supposed to be perfect or are average relationships the stuff of life?
SNEAK PEEK from Chapter 1 – NO BORDERS

'Bam!'
A bomb goes off near the hospital shelter and I cover my ears with blood-crusted hands. It doesn't deafen the noise of the battle, but it comforts me for a second. I peek through a crevice on the heavy metal door. I manage to discern Dr Bronson's silhouette through the flashes of guns, fire blazing around and clouds of wind-swept ashes masking the horrors of war. 
His muscular torso rises from a pile of smouldering planks, piles of broken furniture pieces, and dead bodies.
The other nurses and the children behind me are all crouching in the farthest corner, crying and comforting each other, already giving up on Dr Bronson. But I know he'll make it! I watch as he rises from the tragic scene like a phoenix. He starts to move towards the shelter. Towards me! I know he knows I will not give up on him. He knows I'll wait. We've been through so much these past few months in Medics without Borders, and we rely on each other without reserve. His strong arms are tired but he still manages to pick up and carry a child, a wounded boy, dodging bullets and moving towards me, unswayed. 
Ten steps more… seven steps… 
Guns blaze again, louder than before. He falls! Half-blinded by the flash, I see him falter. My heart feels as if a samurai sword slashed it in two… I hear nothing else. My breathing gets so loud and deep that it muffles the war and the nurses who are trying to hold me back.My hands open the shelter door and I run outside, desperate and fearless with love. Dr Bronson's body lies on the ground, lifeless and not moving, like an impenetrable shield over the child's body. 
My heart skips a beat, but then I hear a faint breath.
Dr Bronson lifts his head and our eyes lock. Oh relief!
When our arms intertwine, our breathing is in sync. He rises, resting on my shoulder for support. His leg is badly injured, but he still won't leave the boy. Together, we carry the child back to safety, through the wind-swept ashes and the mind-numbing noise…
***Three months later, in our beach lodge on a secluded tropical isle, I place the breakfast tray on the white bedstand. He is still sleeping, arms stretched across both pillows, face rested and his full lips forming a sexy smile. 
My Dr Bronson!
Ocean waves gently caress the sandy shore as I remove the immaculate, semi-transparent curtains from the wall-to-wall windows.
I hear his breathing change. His husky voice calls to me.
'Good morning, Mrs Bronson!'
I turn around, proud and in love, my bare feet savouring the deep, fluffy white carpet. Oh what a heavenly man! And all mine. 
He stretches like a powerful tiger across the white sheets and his naked body makes me tremble. The mischief in his eyes is irresistible! My lips quiver and my knees feel like jelly. My thumb strokes the wedding ring from the inside of my palm.
I smile, conveying to him everything he already knows and feels himself, and more. My throat goes dry as I feel myself pulled to his muscular torso like a magnet. 
He taps the bed gently. My tongue draws a wet layer over my lips. 
I can't wait. I step forward and…
'Thump,' I fell from the tram seat, my face gluing itself flat on the floor, next to a set of smelly, overworn sneakers, my hands too busy clutching on to my purse instead of protecting the face.Reality check! A major one! 
I spit the filth and drool from my mouth, and struggled to unglue my forehead from the floor.
Where to Purchase
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About the Author
Anita Kovacevic is a multi genre author and teacher. She teaches English as a second language and is a firm believer in storytelling. All of her children's books (Winky's Colours, The Good Pirate and Mimi Finds Her Magic) contain positive messages for children and adults who read with them. As a member of an international teaching community, Anita has also contributed to the worldwide charity anti-bullying e-book Inner Giant, which features some of her YA short stories, essays, illustrations and poems.
Anita also writes adult fiction. Her novella The Threshold is available on major purchase sites, and her story contributions are featured in these anthologies: Awethology Light, The December Awethology and Twisted Tales. 
Working on several children's stories, and editing her adult novels and stories, she always has several projects on the go. She interviews authors and reviews books of various genres on her WordPress blog. In her free time, she loves reading, writing songs, drawing and, as her son eloquently puts it, 'creating stuff from nothing'. Anita lives with her husband and two children in Croatia.
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I know what you're here for...

And here is the cover for Enlighten Me

































And here is the cover for Becoming Me... 





Both covers were designed by Yosbe of Yosbe Designs. I love them so much!!! Look for both books on July 28th. 


Have a great day. Read a book and laugh.

I know most authors will scour the internet for blogs and other authors to help them host a reveal party. They spend hours...weeks, dedicated to revealing the cover of their books to the public. 

I know. I was one of those authors once upon a time. 

It can take weeks to set them up and be just as hurtful as submitting to the slush pile. You enter into the whole rejection situation again because not everyone cares about revealing the cover to your new book. Some blogs won't even reply with a yes or no. And I understand why they don't when they receive 300 requests in one day. They have to manage their time, too.

Am I saying this because I'm bitter. Absolutely not. I've consciously chosen to forego all the hoopla with my reveal because I personally don't have time for it. I work full time and have a family to attend to. I have to be wise with my time. It's a precious commodity. 

Truthfully though, at first, I was ashamed. I felt like I was doing this all wrong. Everyone has official cover reveals. Right? They contact those event sites and hire them to do all the work. They make a big fuss, do Thunder Clap promotions, and all that to announce they have a book releasing soon.

Well, I decided to go against tradition. I'm not hiring anyone to do anything. I'm not rich and I'd rather invest my money into the cover themselves, or the editing, or the formatting. Sure, I know that eventually, I'll spend money on some form of marketing (I've actually got a written plan) but I just don't feel like it's necessary to do so now. 

Sometimes, people in this industry can be bullies. They bully authors into believing their books, their life's work, will not be successful unless they do XYZ like everyone else. Listen up authors, you don't have to conform to be successful. Do what you want. 
Think out of the box. The most successful authors are probably those that take risk and go against the grain anyway. 

I think the biggest reason I've decided against all that is, I want to write. I love it so much. This passion that explodes out of me and makes me crazy gets put off constantly. You know when I'm at my craziest? When I can't do what I love. I want to write. I'm a writer. But every time I get pulled away from writing to work on the business side it sucks. Yes, I know that's just par for the course with Indie Authors. Maybe if my books start to earn well, I'll start to contact a site to host an event for me. Until then...

I'll reveal both covers tomorrow here at my blog. 

Have a great day. Read a book and laugh.

Yay! I'm so excited to share my book trailer for Finding Me with everyone. I created it myself and I must admit it was incredibly time consuming. I hope everyone likes this because I don't think I can make another one. I have a new profound respect for people that do this. It was time consuming and more than once I wanted to throw my keyboard across the room. 
But I didn't. I survived and hopefully, someone will appreciate the hard work I put into this. Or just say they do out of sympathy. 



Finding Me can be purchased at:
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Have a good day. Read a book and laugh!