To celebrate Christmas, I’m offering The Accidental Life of Greg Millar for free for a limited period. It will probably be my last giveaway as Lake Union Publishing have bought the rights and will publish on April 26th 2016. Yaay!
And can I just say to anyone considering publication with Lake Union Publishing, working with them has been, singularly, the best publishing experience I have had since I began all those years ago.
Every aspect of the publishing experience has been not only painless but a pleasure – yes, even the contract end of things. Their editing was top notch. The cover they have produced is AMAZING – if ever I need a boost, I go and gaze on it in wonder. I love, love, love it. And can’t wait till April.
In the meantime, enjoy ‘Greg’ (amazon.com, amazon.co.uk) before his final and splendid incarnation. And Happy Christmas!
Feeling a bit like Forrest Gump after Hurricane Carmen.
This was my first Christmas as a self-publisher. I went in blind. Because I love Christmas, I offered my short story, Checkout Girl, for free and reduced the price of Pause to Rewind to 99c. I did not expect sales to fall.
I had not taken into account amazon’s Christmas promotions – where they slash the prices of high profile bestsellers. It was like sailing into a hurricane. All I could do was wait for it to pass and hope I was still afloat.
I had set up announcements of my offers to appear on various websites throughout Christmas. They had little impact. Pause to Rewind slipped to a ranking of about #20,000.
The last announcement I had lined up – with www.fkbt.com – was on New Year’s Eve. At this point, I did not expect a result. I was trying to make a deadline for an article I’d been commissioned to write (on my self-publishing adventure) for www.writing.ie when really I should have been preparing for guests who were on their way to help us ring in the New Year. To check a fact, I went onto amazon.com. Pause to Rewind had jumped to around #4,000 in ranking, reaching #7 in medical fiction on Kindle. I felt like Forrest after the hurricane, still standing, and sailing my Jenny blindly onward.