It’s almost three in the morning. This will be the fourth night this week I stayed up late to prepare a blog, update a website, or plan a cyber party. No one is making me do all this work — it originates in the same place where once the writing came from. The need to write will come back some day, but for now the need to let people know about the books I have already written consumes me. I want people to share in the fun of Daughter Am I, the journey of discovery, the reluctance to turn each page because when they do the story will be that much closer to the end.
The first step in introducing my new novel to the world was my cyber launch party, which is still going on. You can find games, puzzles, and a sampler giveaway at my “DAUGHTER AM I HAS FINALLY BEEN PUBLISHED! LET’S PARTY!!” party. If you haven’t already stopped by, just click on the link and you will magically be transported to the festivities. You don’t even have to dress up — you can wear your ratty old jeans and bedroom slippers, and no one will ever know!
The next step in introducing Daughter Am I was setting up a blog tour. A five week blog tour! Believe me, I did not intend for the tour to be so extensive, but the first person who agreed to be a host requested November 12, the next person requested October 18, and just when I had finished filling all those dates, I got a request for November 21. So — a new challenge for me. I like challenges, but 70 blog posts in five weeks? Whew! (Why 70 instead of just 35? Because each day I will have to introduce that day’s host and post the link on my own blog.)
The next step after that will be . . . hmmm. Haven’t gotten that far yet. But I’ll figure something out. Something fun. The one thing I have learned in my first six months of being a published writer is that promotion is just another word for party. So, let’s party! The drinks are on me.
Daughter Am I: When twenty-five-year-old Mary Stuart learns she inherited a farm from her recently murdered grandparents — grandparents her father claimed had died before she was born — she becomes obsessed with finding out who they were and why someone wanted them dead. Along the way she accumulates a crew of feisty octogenarians — former gangsters and friends of her grandfather. She meets and falls in love Tim Olson, whose grandfather shared a deadly secret with her great-grandfather. Now Mary and Tim need to stay one step ahead of the killer who is desperate to dig up that secret.