Welcome to my Insecure Writers Support Group post...
Thanks to Alex and his team of hosts this month and every month.
Can you tell I'm in a ho hum mood? It could be the winter blahs. Or it could be I'm in a rut. I guess that's what happens when you don't seem to be making any leaps and bounds progress. With the slow, tedious, time-consuming, snail's pace of the writing process, I often wonder how I ever became a writer! I'm more of a make-it-happen-right-now! person. I've never been one to wait for things to happen to me. If I want something, I have to go for it - and that's' not the greatest trait for some things. So maybe that's why I'm here - to grow my patience, even though I'm a pretty old dog.
So for IWSG this month, I'm going to share some tips on How to Wrangle Up Your Readers! Because sitting on your duff waiting for fans to come to you isn't how it works anymore. You must wave your arms, whisper sweet nothings, or tackle them - and all by using your words!
How to Reach Your Audience:
Step 1: Identify your audience - What age group or type of reader will enjoy your book? - and don't kid yourself by saying EVERYONE! Narrow it down, sweetie.
Step 2: Understand your audience - Now that you're being realistic, what else does your audience like to do? What are the interests of your target age group? What's their latest fad? Do a little research about these prospective readers.
Step 3: Find your audience - Where do they hang out? THIS IS IMPORTANT!
- Bookfairs are the best.
- Schools are great too, if you can get in.
- Conferences are hit or miss, depending on the genre and location and many other considerations.
- Bookstores are also hit or miss depending on the traffic, genre-again, and advertising.
- Niche stores are questionable, I've only heard one or two success stories...
Step 5: Appreciate your audience - Don't break the bank, but do bring something that you won't mind if they throw away, because that's usually what happens to bookmarks, book cards, and other small swag - it genuinely is the thought that counts
And now, here are the results from my Writers Life Survey #4 - Getting Creative!
What Writers are Working On...
Here are a few choice words about their WIPs!
Four in Darkness... the Vampire, the Alien, the Lycan, and the Shark
Alex O’Hara is up to her ears in mysteries, investigating potential boyfriends, and following philandering spouses - what a job!
Eszter, Marie, and Caterina feel very lucky they escaped, as they return to the world of the living, traveling and relearning how to do basic things, but there are holes in their hearts for those who didn’t escape with them.
Paranormal murder mystery set in alternate 1959
When Farmer Brown and his family neglect their chores, chickens take matters into their own wings.
How Writers Improve Their Craft
Do you have a Daily Word Count Goal?
And here are a few teasers... It was a dark and stormy night...
“Ah, you’re awake.” The voice came from a white-haired bearded man who stepped within her line of vision, but he didn’t look old.
“Who are you?”
“Ezra Merlin at your service.” I thought you might sleep through it, but you are just in time to see Atlantis rise.”
The man threw his head back and cried out, his back arching off the bed. He collapsed. His chest heaved with each breath. Waves of white energy rippled off his body.
“A little help here,” I called out from the dressing room while holding up the front of the most beautiful dress I’d ever tried on.
“Here, let me—” Ellie burst into the dressing room. “Oh. My. God. Alex, you are gorgeous.”
I wasn’t so sure about gorgeous, but I looked pretty darn good in the emerald satin strapless gown with a side slit that showed way too much of my thigh. Thank God for all the running I did almost every day.
Days like this, Kinley had no strength left to hold herself together.
Mme. Druillet could only give her back material items, and Officer Sauveterre could only promise to try to regain more material items. They were unable to give back any live people, any meaningful links to the past. As the train sped back to Paris the next afternoon, Marie cradled the fur coat in her arms, feeling her last spark of hope going out.
"But they won’t do any good, he’s dead already. I know. I killed him."
November thought she just might be happy for the first time ever.
Pulling off normal was harder than it looked.
They shook their heads and said, "Lazy chickens!"
I really enjoyed these lines and blurbs! I hope you did too. Next month I'll be asking "Where do writers LIVE?" Hope you'll join in!