Goodbye 2016

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

In just a couple days 2016 will be over. It’s been an interesting year on a global scale. Brexit, Trump, The Grimm Reaper taking the rich and famous, friends and family. It’s been a stressful year to say the least. And I have to say, I’m glad it’s over. Lets just hope that 2017 is less of a killer.

There have also been some good things in 2016 and they’re what I’m going to try and focus on and take with me and grow in 2017.

I managed to publish two new books! I’m fucking proud of myself for that. I also got all the rights back for my other books and managed to republish them and go completely indie in a matter of days. Another accomplishment that I’m fucking proud of.

I may not be a bestselling author – yet, but I’m working on it. That’s where my focus is going to be in the new year. I’m focusing on building my audience and writing new stories. The rest will take care of itself.

I’m not going to make any hard and fast New Years resolutions. None of that new year, new me crap. I’m still going to be the dark, twisted, and sarcastic bitch I’ve always been. The coffee and wine are still going to flow in 2017.

With the close of 2016 I’d like to ask you to take a moment to think of the books you’ve read and enjoyed this year. Think of the writers who’ve worked to craft those words that have taken you on unexpected journeys. The words that have made you cry, or laugh, or scared you shitless.

If you appreciate those words that were so cleverly strung together leave a little review, doesn’t have to be a long one, on Goodreads or Amazon or wherever you got it. Tell your friends about the book. Tell them about the author. Spread the words.
And in 2017 try expanding your reading horizons. Try an author you’ve never read before. Give the little guy a shot. Don’t just stick within your usual safe zone. You never know, you might stumble onto your new favourite author and then tell your friends about them.

And just to make sure the new year starts off with a bang, I’ll be making Shadows FREE until the end of January. Most ebook stores have already caught up with the change in price but it may take Amazon a few days to catch up. Just click on the Universal buy link and choose your favourite store. Go download it and tell your friends about it.

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I hope 2017 brings you all joy, prosperity, and good books. See you all in the new year.

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Guest Post: Alistair Cross

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

Today, Alistair Cross has hi-jacked my blog.

Here’s a little info on the fiend who dared trespass here.

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Alistair Cross’ debut novel, The Crimson Corset, a vampiric tale of terror and seduction, was an immediate bestseller earning praise from veteran vampire-lit author, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, and New York Times bestseller, Jay Bonansinga, author of The Walking Dead series. In 2012, Alistair joined forces with international bestseller, Tamara Thorne, and as Thorne & Cross, they write – among other things – the successful Gothic series, The Ravencrest Saga. Their debut collaboration, The Cliffhouse Haunting, reached the bestseller’s list in its first week of release. They are currently at work on their next solo novels and a new collaborative project.

In 2014, Alistair and Tamara began the radio show, Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!, which has featured such guests as Charlaine Harris of the Southern Vampire Mysteries and basis of the HBO series True Blood, Jeff Lindsay, author of the Dexter novels, Jay Bonansinga of The Walking Dead series, Laurell K. Hamilton of the Anita Blake novels, Peter Atkins, screenwriter of HELLRAISER 2, 3, and 4, worldwide bestseller V.C. Andrews, and New York Times best sellers Preston & Child, Christopher Rice, and Christopher Moore.

Top Ten Writing Lessons I’ve Learned in Ten Years

Though I’ve been writing all my life, it wasn’t until ten years ago that I got serious about it. And I didn’t want to be a hobby-writer, either. I wanted to be a real-life, full-time professional who spends his time writing, editing, marketing, and well … doing it all – because that’s what writers do these days.

The road was long and winding, but in 2012, I finally got published. Since then, I’ve written several novels with bestselling author, Tamara Thorne, and am now completing my second solo novel, The Angel Alejandro, which will be out early in 2017, as well as several other collaborations and solo projects.

And Tamara and I didn’t stop there. We also began the radio show, Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!, where we interview authors, paranormal investigators, forensics experts, and anyone else who likes frolicking in the darkness with us. I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know some amazing people, and in the decade since I plunged myself into the strange world of creative enterprise, I’ve learned some things about writers, readers, the craft, and the business.

Some of these lessons were learned first hand and some of them through the wisdom of others, but all of them have proved profoundly valuable to me. The list that follows comes from my experience in the writing world, and I hope some of it may be useful to other writers … and interesting for readers.

1. Reading is the single most important thing to do if you want to improve your craft. Read everything … and read it with an active eye, taking in plot devices, pacing, theme, voice, dialogue, and character development. Reading trains the unconscious mind to find its own writing rhythm and gives you an “ear” for storytelling. So read. Not a little, but a lot. As Stephen King famously says, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”

2. There’s no such thing as ‘just a writer’ anymore. Gone are the days (if they ever existed) when publishers spent copious amounts of time and money getting the word out about your new book. You’re not just an author anymore. You’re also a marketer, a public relations specialist, a social media virtuoso, and a business manager, among other things. Make peace with that, keeping in mind that no one will work as hard for you as you will. They never have and they never will. So be accountable for your career.

3. The cream rises to the top. In an age of do-it-yourself digital delirium, everyone’s an author. It’s easy to look at the bottomless pit of other writers and wonder how the hell anyone is going to find your work. But look closer and you’ll see how many of those authors fall off the map, disenchanted when their dreams of instant fame and fortune are promptly torn to pieces. Not to mention the profusion of books out there that simply aren’t any good. Readers are smart people and they know the difference between a good story and a poor one. They don’t come back to authors who write bad books. Keep writing damned good books and, like the proverbial cream, you’ll rise to the top.

4. Have heroes. Learn from the best. Once you’ve established what kind of writer you want to be, keep a close eye on those authors who inspire you. Study their work, learn from them. Stalk them on Twitter. But don’t get too stalkery. No one likes a creepster.

5. Set goals. Whether it’s a page amount, a word amount, or a paragraph amount, set daily goals. Don’t settle for the “when I get around to it” approach to writing. No one ever “gets around to it.”

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6. Know the difference between a hobby and a job. If you want writing to be your job, you have to treat it like a job or no one else will. That means you set hours. The phone is off. The door is shut. You’re not readily accessible. If you don’t spend your time wisely, other people will happily spend it for you, so unless writing is a mere pastime for you, don’t let other people spend your time.

7.   Go big or go home. Don’t think you can only write for small markets, or that a high-powered literary agent won’t be interested, or that a big-name author is going to look down his or her nose at you. Know your worth and aim for the stars.

8. Walk through every door that opens. And if you keep at it, people will open doors for you. But getting through the door is the easy part. It’s up to you to earn your place in the room.

9. Never read your reviews. For better or worse, reviews are necessary, but they’re designed with other readers in mind – not the author. If you’re looking for a critique, get it from your agent, your editor, your publisher, another author, or an objective friend … anywhere but from the reviews section of the book retailer. Reading reviews – whether they be glowing or insulting – isn’t really doing you any favors.

10. Trust your characters. Some writers will say that you must keep your characters on a short leash and remain in full command of them at all times lest they sully your painstakingly-plotted story with their whimsical meanderings. But here’s the thing: Those seemingly frivolous departures from your plans are where the characters come to life. And when the characters come to life, that’s when the magic happens. I say let your characters go where they want, let them say what they want … let them tell you their story. Let yourself be as delighted and surprised by them as your readers will be.

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You can stalk Alistair at the following places:

★ Author’s website: http://www.alistaircross.com/

★ Author’s social media links:

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Alistair-Cross/e/B00N446AZS/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6517308.Alistair_Cross

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/crossalistair

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrossAlistair

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/alistaircross/

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The Race: Excerpt

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

The Race is almost ready to be unleashed on the world, so I thought I’d give you a sneak peek.

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I wasn’t wearing my own clothes.

A headache pulsated through my brain, reminding me of the time that bastard, Jake Stanton, roofied my drink at a club a couple of years ago. The unpleasant memory of waking up in my car in the middle of an empty parking garage, naked and alone, made an unwelcome appearance. Jake had left a note saying: “Thanks for the memories,” stuck to my bare breast.

I found him a few nights later trying to pull the same shit on another girl. I guess I could have called the cops, but then I, and my past mistakes and issues with authority, would have been put on trial, not Jake. My way was so much better, and far more satisfying.

I made him drink the girl’s drugged wine with my flick knife pressed against his crotch. I waited for the drug to take effect and then had my fun. He woke up naked, tied to a tree, and with a big, pink, plastic dildo shoved up his arse. Apparently he had difficulty walking for a week or so, but he never drugged another girl after that. The girl I helped didn’t even bother to say thank you. Gratitude seems to be something that not many people feel anymore. I wasn’t expecting her to name her first kid after me, but a simple thank you would have been nice.

But this time was different, and more confusing. I woke up in a cell with twenty other women, wearing a baby-pink tracksuit with a zip-up top and hoody, and running shoes that didn’t belong to me. They fitted well enough and they smelt new, but there was no way in hell I would ever willingly wear pink anything. My cell phone, car keys, wallet, and flick knife were all gone.

Bastards!

The distinct briny smell of the sea drifted up my nostrils, which was impossible since I didn’t live anywhere near the ocean. In fact the nearest ocean was about a day’s drive from my home—if I drove really fast. The walls of the cell were slightly damp and had that salty smell you only get when you’re at the coast. My tongue was also thick from dehydration and whatever drugs they’d given me.

Some other women, locked in another cell, looked as though they’d escaped from a Xena convention. They looked like body builders, with those fake dark tans that were supposed to show off their over developed muscles. From the looks of them and the way they flexed their muscles they’d had a few too many testosterone injections.

The rest of the women in my cell were dressed in similar tracksuits to mine, they also looked as confused as I felt. The fear on their faces made me a whole lot more nervous than I’m used to being.

The warrior women flexed their muscles some more, did push-ups, or gave intimidating stares to the scared women in tracksuits. They seemed to be pumping themselves up for something. The Xena wannabes also had swords of varying types. I wondered if they’d been at some costume party, except the swords looked a little too real and a little too sharp for cosplay.

No one spoke.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d managed to get myself locked up in the local drunk tank. Except the last time I’d been locked up there, the place looked and smelled different. The local drunk tank usually had a hint of piss and puke in the air, not the ocean. Then there was the small problem that I didn’t remember getting drunk. I tried to come up with a logical explanation, but failed. The drug idea was the only plausible explanation, until men with machine guns showed up and dragged us, quite literally, out of the cells to a ship docked outside. The ship hadn’t seen a coat of paint since the Second World War. My Grandfather might have sailed on it.

We joined more women on the ship. I counted a hundred of us, all from different parts of the world—from the looks of things. About twenty per cent were dressed in warrior costumes, and could give the Williams sisters a run for their money in the muscle department. They looked determined. I, on the other hand, was scared shitless.

The ship’s engine sputtered to life, jerked under my feet, and messed with the delicate balance maintained by my inner-ear. Soon, we headed out into the open ocean. The waves smacked into the ship’s hull, causing the motion sickness that affected my balance to grip my sensitive stomach. A few other women in tracksuits threw up over the side of the ship. That was it. I lost my lunch or dinner. I didn’t remember when my last meal had been. All I tasted was bile and seawater. To make matters worse I was now completely dehydrated and it didn’t look like we’d be getting anything to drink soon.

The men with machine guns prowled the decks and the warrior women eyed each other suspiciously, while the rest of us cowered. It was the most surreal experience of my life. I kept expecting a fight to break out between the testosterone-soaked women, or to be shot by a machine gun wielding goon. Perhaps I’d taken some weird drug and this was all just an elaborate hallucination, but I didn’t remember chewing any shrooms, so that theory didn’t fit either. Not being able to come up with any kind of reasonable explanation for my current predicament was annoying, to say the least. I knew I’d been drugged, but I sure as shit hadn’t done it to myself. The pink tracksuit was testament to that.

One of the Xena lookalikes appeared next to me, smoking a cigarette. The blade of her sword looked like it had seen some action. Small nicks peppered the shining edge. The leather on the hilt was sweat stained and worn.

“Why are we here?” I asked her.

She looked me up and down. Sizing me up, deciding whether or not to kill me right then and there.

“We are warriors,” she said in heavily accented English. I couldn’t place the accent, but she looked Spanish or Portuguese.

“I’m not a warrior. I’m a fucking bartender,” I said, trying not to screech.

“It would seem they disagree,” she said, gesturing towards the cabins above us, and then she was gone, swallowed by the rolling mist that enveloped the ship.

It was the icy breath of an unquiet sea. It matched the fear mounting inside me.

The ship jolted and came to a sudden stop. I slipped, landed hard on my arse. It took a few attempts before I managed to get back onto unsteady feet. My butt ached. One of the guards tried not to laugh. Relief at the thought of his humanity flooded through me; I almost cried. Almost, but not quite. His laughter disappeared as quickly as it had started. He probably realised he wasn’t supposed to be a human being, that he was supposed to be a killing machine. The barrel of his machine gun pointed at me. But I’d gotten a glimpse of his humanity, and that knowledge could come in handy later.

I heard a thump coming from the port side of the ship, followed by women screaming. Running feet approached, fast. Using his machine gun, the guard gestured for me to follow the direction of the screams. My stomach churned and my scalp tingled. Hysteria started to curl itself around my spine, taking a firm grasp.

They herded us down the gangplank. Angry shouts mingled with screams which dwindled down to incessant sobbing.

The mist cleared once we were off the ship.

I found myself standing on a white, sandy beach. If it weren’t for the guards with machine guns and women with swords, it would have been pretty idyllic.

The mist closed around the ship again, making it simply disappear. Thoughts of the Bermuda triangle and the Island of Doctor Moreau surfaced on my fear fogged mind.

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To page or not to page

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

For a long time I debated whether or not to start my own author fan page on Facebook. There were many reasons why I thought the Facebook page was a bad idea. For one thing I thought it was pretty egotistical for me to have one. It’s not like I’m this world famous, best-selling, author with millions of fans. And then there was the fear aspect. Who would want to like my page? As I said, I’m not a world famous author with millions of fans. What if nobody hit that like button? What if I ended up looking like a complete idiot? And then there was the laziness aspect. I would have to do double the work. I already have a personal profile with the follow button switched on and I can decide who sees what on my profile page. I have over 2000 “friends” and a couple hundred followers. So why would I need a professional author page?

Well … because I’m a professional author, that’s why.

The Facebook pages come with certain handy functionality that you don’t have with a normal profile page. There’s the insights section that tells you in great detail what’s going on with your page with these nifty little graphs that allow you to track which posts work and which don’t. You can also track how similar pages are doing and compare what and how they’re doing with your own performance. What you do with that information is of course entirely up to you. You can use it strategically or not.

There are also the video and notes sections, which I’ve noticed many authors don’t utilise as much as they could. Not that I’m an expert, mind you. This is just an observation.

Once people are on Facebook they’re sometimes reluctant to click through to another site, so you can use the notes sections for excerpts from your books etc (that’s what I use it for any way). And the videos section can be used for book trailers, author readings, or whatever else you want to use. Remember, people are visual and they also want to see and hear their favourite authors. Most people have voyeuristic tendencies. I know I do. They want to have a glimpse into what authors do. A behind the scenes look. The videos section gives you that opportunity. Plus you have control of what you share with your audience.

Another button that I’ve noticed some authors not using is the call to action at the top of the page. You can decide whether your fans can subscribe to your newsletter or go through to a page where they can buy your books. The subscribe button seems to be the favourite one amongst many authors. I personally use it to send fans to my Amazon author page where they can shop for my books. It’s entirely up to you where you want them to go. But I’ve noticed that some authors haven’t set it up, which I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you take advantage of something that useful?

If you want to see who’s doing their Author Page right, have a look at Author Rachel Morgan’s page. That woman knows what she’s doing.

The other rather handy thing with having an author page is that I get to spam it with all the stuff about my books and my writing to my heart’s content and nobody can give me shit about it because that’s exactly why it’s there and why people have hit that like button. They’ve hit it because they want to know about my books and my writing. Facebook also apparently objects to you using your profile page like a business thing. That being said you also have to strike a balance between interacting with your audience and spamming them day and night with stuff about your book. Once they’ve hot the like button you don’t want them to hit the unlike button. So once again the rule of “Don’t be a douche” applies.

Which brings me to another point. Writing is a business! We as authors whether we have a publisher or are going it alone have to approach our writing as a business. I don’t know about you, but I would like to earn enough money from my writing to be able to pay my bills. And having an author page allows me to conduct business. I can now advertise and reach an audience that I couldn’t do with my normal profile. Does it cost money? Yes. But as I said this is a business and sometimes you have to put a little cash in to get a lot of money back. You also get to decide on what your budget is for advertising and what you want to advertise on Facebook. You can advertise your page, or your website, or boost any of your posts, but you have to design them according to Facebooks specs. This is something I’m still figuring out how to do.

The fact is that as an author I have to use all promotional and advertising tools I have at my disposal in order to reach a wider audience. My Facebook page allows me to do this. It also lets me engage with that audience on a more personal level about my books and not just about coffee and cats without feeling guilty for sharing stuff about my books.

So … are you an author? Have you set up an author page? Or are you a reader? Have you liked your favourite author’s page? Have you liked mine yet? If not please go and do so here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJoanDeLaHaye/

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The Race: Cover Reveal

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

Today I’m really excited to show you the cover for my upcoming release – The Race.

Joanna Parypinski is drugged, kidnapped, and forced to fight for survival, for the entertainment of the world’s rich and depraved, as well as the chance to win her weight in gold.

In the race for her life, glory, and gold, Joanna must kill or be killed.

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So … what do you think?

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Back in Business

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

It’s been quite a busy week since I got my rights back for Shadows, Requiem in E Sharp, Oasis, and Burning. In that week I’ve managed to design new covers for Shadows, Oasis, and Burning, I’ve fixed a few typos, reformatted all four of them, and loaded them all up on Amazon KDP and Draft2Digital. They are now all once again available to download. Burning even made it to number 5 on the erotic horror section on Amazon.ca on Friday, which was a rather pleasant surprise, even if it didn’t stay up there for very long, it was still pretty fucking fantastic.

Thanks to Draft2Digital I also now have universal buy links for all the books so you can simply click on the links and decide which of the stores you want to buy from. My books are now available from pretty much every online bookstore. I think it’s pretty awesome.

Have a look for yourself by clicking on the below links:

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Oasis

Burning

Next week I’ll be revealing the cover for my new novelette – The Race!

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Book Bloggers – The New Gate Keepers

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

Rejection sucks, but it’s unfortunately something we all have to deal with in normal life. It’s something we as writers have to deal with in our personal lives as well as our professional ones. It used to be that you only had to deal with rejection when you submitted a story or novel to an agent or a publisher, but thanks to self-publishing that’s no longer as big a deal as it used to be.

Back in the day if a string of agents or publishers said no then the chances of your writing career being over before it had even begun was a huge possibility. The endless rejection letters were enough to kill off most writers dreams, but now that is no longer the case. Those rejection letters are no longer the death knell to your writing career, but that doesn’t mean we still don’t have to deal with rejection that stings.

Now we deal with the rejection from book bloggers, reviewers, readers, and any other form of rejection in publishing can take. Now if you don’t get enough reviews your book will simply languish in obscurity. The only tried and true method of selling books is via word of mouth and reviews and the only way to get that is through book bloggers since most traditional media outlets no longer have a book review section.

Book bloggers have become the gate keepers of the publishing world. There are thousands of book bloggers out there all receiving books from big publishers, small presses, and indie authors in a myriad of genres and sub-genres. In fact they’re inundated with review requests from thousands of authors all over the world and they can’t always keep up with the demand.

There are now so many authors peddling their books that many book reviewers and book bloggers can now simply reject an author’s books without even a second thought. Gone are the days when bloggers were the ones begging authors for a free book to read. Authors are the ones who go cap in hand begging for a review.

Apparently for a book to get any kind of traction you need at least 50 reviews on Amazon. Over the last couple weeks since I released Fury I’ve sent out 50 review requests and still have quite a few more bloggers to contact. Out of those 50, I’ve so far sent 21 of them review copies (many of them may never even be read), of those I’ve received 7 reviews so far, a whole bunch haven’t even bothered to reply to my request, one refused to read an ebook copy (and I can’t afford to send him a paperback copy), two demanded I pay for the review in the form of advertising (needless to say I said thanks but no thanks), and so far 4 of them weren’t even remotely interested. I’m expecting a few more of those ‘I’m not interested’ emails in the not so distant future.

But those 7 reviews have been pretty awesome! Those 7 reviews more than make up for any rejection or lack of interest. All I can do is be grateful for the time those bloggers put into reading and reviewing my book. They took the time out of their hectic schedule to share my book with their audience, which is something they didn’t have to do. They chose to read my book out of millions.

And now, in between working on my new book, I have to tackle yet another list of bloggers and send them a very polite request to get them to read my book, because without them I’m pretty much screwed and my book will die slowly in the bowels of Amazon and every other retail outlet.

So … Thank you book bloggers, I’d starve without you!