Before the summer, Jason T. Graves asked several indie authors if they were interested in collaborating to a horror/paranormal anthology. I was one of the lucky indies who were asked and having never written in those two genres, I immediately said yes. Fast forward a few months later and Off the Beaten Path: Eight Tales of the Paranormal was published.
Beside yours truly, who had serious fun writing a paranormal short, these are the intrepid writers who co-authored the anthology:
Sharon Sant, author of Sky Song and The New Moon
Angela Roquet, author of the Lana Harvey series and Crazy Ex-Ghoulfriend
D. R. Johnson, author of The Phoenix Curse saga
Jason Graves, author of On the Bridge, Blood Roses, and Morning Stars
Chip Putnam, author of The Reason Why Grandmothers Should Not Be Allowed To Read Vampire Novels and Prairie Zombies
To win Amazon gift cards and books, try your luck and enter the Off the Beaten Path Giveaway!
I don’t think it has ever rained so much in Redmond. The water is pouring down as if giants have decided to wash away the trees to redecorate the backyard. But it will pass. For now, have something colorful to look at.
I have neglected my Friday Snippets long enough, but here is number fifty in all its literary splendor.
From Marie’s Journey, the fourth installment in The Ginecean Chronicles:
“Sit on the stool and give me your left arm.” The order was given with a tired tone. The old woman must have gone through myriads of branding. She turned to her right to open a big tome lying on a low table.
Marie sat as told, but before completing the task and raising her arm, she asked, “What’s your name?”
The older woman raised her eyes from the book and looked over the brazier. Surprise was soon replaced by interest in her wary gaze. “Why do you want to know? Nobody’s ever asked before.”
“So you won’t forget about me.” Marie kept her eyes on her.
The older woman tilted her head by the side, the orange-red coals illuminated the lower part of her face and her uneven teeth shone unexpectedly white when a grin spread through her face. “They call me Mala.”
“Marie.” She raised her arm then and watched as Mala chose between several branding tools neatly arranged on a low table on her left.
I was going to call this post a Friday Snippet, but then I reconsidered and decided to be honest about the content of today’s blogging endeavor. Gaia is ready for proofreading and I am having abandonment issues. Plus, I had to write Gaia’s blurb, which for an author is the equivalent of giving birth without epidural, a long and painful affair. After several hours of deep cogitation, this is what I could manage. I expect to work on it some more, but that is always the case with anything I do.
Gaia & Elios
While vacationing in Greece, Gaia locks eyes with a stranger, twice. Two years later, back in Rome, she should be enjoying college life, instead, the memories of his lapis lazuli eyes and Mona Lisa smile still haunt her. Gaia longs to meet him again and unwittingly sabotage her romantic life by refusing to move on. Only her anthropological studies about the mysterious Etruscans make her feel alive. A chance to breathe new air is presented to her when she wins full scholarship to study abroad at the University of Washington. In rainy Seattle, Gaia finally meets the man of her dreams, but he proves to be… otherworldly. Meanwhile, in her field of studies, what starts as an interesting archeological finding about a six-fingered human image, soon evolves in the discovery of the millennium, but not where Earth is concerned.
Five days of asking, begging, cajoling people into downloading The Priest for free have ended. Free promotion isn’t for the faints of heart, but my final numbers* are worth the 24/7 tour de force, which started with the planning of the promo and lasted for almost four weeks. Eventually, 4500 copies of my book were downloaded in five days. During those days, The Priest reached top 100 bestsellers and maintained that position for almost a day. It was first in Dystopian and second in Adventure, and stayed on the podium in both categories for the last three days of the promotion. It reached first position in Science Fiction/Adventure on Amazon.it, and second and third on Amazon.de and Amazon.ca. Four 5* reviews were left on Amazon, and Pax and Prince, currently $5.99, sold several copies. As suggested by my betters, The Priest will be temporarily $0.99 to ride the tail of the promotion, and I already saw the benefit of such strategy. Now, it’s back to writing and editing.
Still here, still alive. Four days of mad tweeting, begging, and cajoling. Most of the begging and the cajoling though has taken places in the last three weeks. In case you were wondering, ENT works. Meanwhile, I discovered that on Wednesday The Priest was featured on Freebooksy. Compared to yesterday’s ride, downloads are slowing down now, but numbers are still looking good. I reached #1 in Dystopian, #2 in Science Fiction/Action, and also top 100 bestsellers list. Plus, today the Priest has received three 5* reviews on Amazon. Two more have appeared after the first one that prompted me to write the ode to awesome reviewers.
At the moment, 5:35 pm, this is the situation around the world:
It is deeply unfortunate that responding to a review is considered poor form. I wish I could personally thank anybody who took the time to read my work and leave a comment on Amazon or Goodreads. I woke today to a shiny new review for The Priest. I hope you, dear reviewer who not only bought my book, but also wrote a thoughtful comment about it, are reading this note of mine. You made my day. To and indie author, reviews are much needed oxygen.
Sometimes, when it seems that my work is slowly sinking into a black hole, I feel like screaming underwater. And I despair, because I write the whole day, seven days a week, and I wonder if I am wrong about the whole endeavor. But then, I can’t imagine doing anything else and I just keep writing the next 1000 words.
Thank you, dear reviewer, for letting me know what you thought about my books. I know you have a busy life. I know you didn’t have to. I know that there are so many things you can do with your free time, and yet, you decided to use that precious free time to write a review for one of my works. It means the world to me.