We’ve been talking a lot around the office lately about the Cold Poker Gang series by Dean Wesley Smith. We’ve been doing some heavy promotion for this series and it’s given these fantastic books some well-deserved attention.
Now, here’s the really fun part: These books aren’t new. Newer, yes, but the latest novel in this series was released last year. There will be more, I’m sure, but it wasn’t a new release in this eight-books series that prompted the promotion. We simply decided to experiment and see what happened. And that’s the freedom of non-traditional publishing.
Our experiment worked. We used book promotion sites like Bookbub and Freebooksy (we had already dropped the ebook price for Kill Game, the first book in the series, to free). And then we dropped the ebook price of the remaining novels to $3.99 each.
And sales for the series took off like wildfire.
I’m a hard reader to surprise. That’s to be expected, really, given what I do for a living. As a writer, editor and publisher, I’m far too involved in what makes a good story to be easily taken in by one. So, when I can’t forget a story—or find myself getting sucked in to it again and again when I’m supposed to be doing something, you know, work-related—I take note.
And if a writer can surprise me, well, that’s something truly unexpected.
Every writer in this bundle did just that: gave me something unexpected. Be it a twist I didn’t see coming, a voice I didn’t expect to hear, or an expression of emotion I wasn’t prepared for, these wonderful stories gave me a great gift. And that’s why I’ve chosen to share them with you in the SF Plot Twist Storybundle.
If you’re wishing you could take break from reality about now, how about escaping into some fantastic short fiction? Issue #3 of Pulphouse published last Thursday, and it’s cheaper than any vacation. Best of all, you get to enjoy it from wherever you are.read more
I promised in last week’s blog that I would have more information in this week’s blog about the WMG Publishing Business Master Class. Well, I keep my promises.
If you’ve been to the Master Class before and are thinking “been there, done that,” you couldn’t be more wrong. This year’s class features some amazing developments that take the Master Class to a whole new level (and that’s saying something).
Some of these changes were facilitated by the workshop’s move to Las Vegas. Others are the result of a rapidly evolving industry. But what won’t change: the incredible amount of information exchanged in this must-attend workshop, which will be held Oct. 19-24, 2018, at the Golden Nugget in Las Vegas.
Did you know that WMG Publishing not only publishes books, but we also offer all sorts of online workshops and lectures on topics ranging from writing craft to cover design to the business of indie publishing?
If so, did you also know that we offer lifetime subscriptions to those workshops and lectures?
The lifetime lecture package includes 32 courses for $1,000.
The lifetime workshop bundle includes 51 courses for $3,000.
You can find out more information about those courses and the lifetime subscriptions at https://wmg-publishing-workshops-and-lectures.teachable.com/
We also host in-person workshops, which we recently moved to Las Vegas (they were near our headquarters on the Oregon Coast in the past). The in-person workshops are intensive and limited, which is why we have always promoted them separately from the online workshops.
For the first time, we’re bridging the gap between them by offering any lifetime workshop subscriber free tuition to our WMG Publishing Business Master Class, which will be held Oct. 19-24, 2018, at the Golden Nugget in Las Vegas.
As someone in the book business (with a background in journalism), you’d think nothing would surprise me. I’ve seen it all, read it all. Well, most of it anyway. That’s why I love it when a book throws me for a loop.
But I don’t love that feeling in real life. I don’t love irrational behavior. And lately it seems I have more experience than I ever hoped for with such behavior. I’m not going to go into details about that in this blog (or anywhere in cyberspace), but this week I realized why I find dealing with delusional people unsettling.
It’s like looking into a funhouse mirror. You know what reality should be, and you expect that to be reflected back to you, but instead what you get back is so twisted and turned it is almost entirely unrecognizable.
Constantly dealing with that warped sense of reality can threaten to drive a sane and reasonable person crazy.
I was talking to a friend the other day about watching the World Cup. My husband and I are watching as many games as we can and following the progression to the Round of 16 (and will continue along into the quarterfinals this week).
If you had asked during the last World Cup if I was a sports fan (for you non-soccer folks, the World Cup is played every four years), I would have said no (or even hell-no, depending on the sport).
Soccer (football to most of you) was one of those hell, no sports. I didn’t grow up watching it or playing it, so I didn’t have the base of knowledge I had for baseball and football (the US kind).
Add to this my acquired distaste of all sports, and the last thing I’d have done was flip on a World Cup match.
I’ve been talking to my sister a lot lately about being strong women in our 40s. She and I have been through a lot the past few years that have sparked this conversation. I’m a bit ahead of her, as I should be as the oldest. But we both marvel at the changes in ourselves.
Mentally, we’re in the best place we’ve ever been. We know who we are, and we won’t accept that isn’t true to that. As a result, my sister and I are having frank, open conversations for the first time in our lives.
We fought like cats and dogs as kids. We never hated each other, per se, but we certainly didn’t enjoy spending time with each other. As we matured into adults, we became closer, but there was still a gulf created by the pain and misunderstandings of our childhood. We walked on eggshells, forever afraid of offending each other.
But now, well, those days are long gone. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, we can’t and don’t talk about. We lean on each other for advice and support. We share the craziness of raising our kids. The challenges and joys of our marriages. How different we are now.
And how (who knew?) we are so very much alike.
School ended for my daughter last Friday, which for me marks the official start of summer.
As a now third-grader (when did that happen???), we’re shifting from viewing summer as a time for full-time daycare to a time of summer camps and sports camps and sundry other activities. More planning for me, but also more fun for her.
Some of the activities she has coming up: cheerleading practice, theater camp, volleyball camp, art classes, and even some science classes thanks to our proximity to the Hatfield Marine Science Center.
And because I’m thinking about summertime adventures for my school-age child, I thought this would be a good time to remind you about a fantastic young adult novel by Dean Wesley Smith that involves sun and sand and lots of heart-stopping adventure.
My daughter celebrates her eighth birthday this week. We kicked off the celebrations with a Star Wars-themed get-together with a few of her oldest friends.
I love that she chose Star Wars. And that she dressed up as Rey (in the costume, complete with staff, that my father and stepmother bought her. And that she chose red and black as her colors (based on the Star Wars cake we ordered).
I love all this most because Star Wars was one choice among a variety of options she considered, including Guardians of the Galaxy, Monster High, and Disney princesses.
She loves them all. She enjoys playing with Barbie dolls AND fighting with lightsabers. She can play with the boys AND play with the girls. She’s been known to dig in the dirt for slugs while wearing her Easter dress.
She can be HER. Part sf geek, part Disney princess, part tomboy, part girly-girl, all Nola.