My books are ready for the hordes of readers who are expected to bust down the doors at the Book Fair/Expo at The Villages in Florida. The Villages is a huge retirement community in Central Florida lovingly referred to “Land of the Blue Hairs” by people who are old enough to remember ladies with blue hair before it was fashionable to have pasteled and multi-color hair. After yesterday when I was almost run down three times in the parking lot, I call it the “Land of the Zooming Maniac Golf Cart Drivers.”
So how was it? I chatted with new friends, sold books, enjoyed seeing old friends, laughed a lot, and will definitely go back next year.
Man <Flips through book>: How much is Pink Baby Alligator?
Me: Ten dollars.
Man: Will you take eight?
Man: <reads back cover>: How much is it normally?
Me: Ten dollars.
Man: I really want it for my grandson.
Man: What would you say if I told you I have only five dollars?
Me: Go make a friend.
Man <cracks up>: I’ll pay your ten dollars if you’ll sign it to my grandson and let me take a picture of you with the book.
Me: You drive a hard bargain.
Man: <laughs harder. Buys book, asks wife to take a picture of him and me with the book, takes a picture of me with the book, and walks away still laughing.>
Did you ever think about when Santa Claus takes a vacation and where does he go?
While everyone else is busy thinking about Christmas and getting ready for a nice Christmas break, Santa Claus takes his holiday where it’s warm.
Rose and Landy found Santa Claus in Portugal, of course. Isn’t that where you’d go for a week’s vacation if you lived in the brisk, cold North Pole?
Santa sees you! But you already knew that, didn’t you?
FlatRose is at the Orlando Airport and is ready for her next travel adventure! L., E., and Rose are going to Portugal and Spain. First stop – Lisbon!
Pink Baby Alligator is waving to her fans as they stroll by. Or maybe she’s bidding everyone happy travels.
She stopped by the local writers’ tent at the Newberry Fall Festival, and her grandmother bought her an early Christmas present. She’s an aspiring writer. Watch for her in about ten years. Remember, you met her here first.
By the time MAGGIE SLOAN is four years old, she is a focused, self-trained spy. In the second grade, she expands her remarkable talents for observation and data analysis by programming her first computer tracking system. After college, Maggie’s diverse job searches are futile until she is hired by the county library.
When Maggie’s brilliant observational talents and her potential to expose complex criminal activity draw the attention of an international ring, she becomes their target. However, a senseless murder changes her life forever, and MAGGIE transforms from prey to predator.
Will the librarian with the soul of a spy and the unusual security team stop the desperate kingpins or will she become the latest victim? It all comes down to kill or be killed.
I’m an Independent Author, a businesswoman, and an entrepreneur. I’m surprised when I tell people, even other writers, that I’m an Indie Author their response is “What’s that?”
I want to say, “I write for Indiana Jones.” Wouldn’t that be the coolest answer ever? But instead, I stick with the mundane. “A free-agent author.” Then I worry I might appear on some fantasy football draft.
Their response, “Oh. Self-published.” Do they even realize how much disdain drips out of their mouths and onto their shirts? Ewwww.
My answer: I flip the book over and point at the publisher logo. And give them the dreaded Mom Stink Eye.
My publishers are indie businesses, not traditional publishers. More entrepreneurship. No advances, no agents, no on-staff editors, no hundreds of books published a month. And I have complete control over the creative compositions, my novels, from start to finish.
My readers love what I write and read my books. And even review my books! I adore my readers.
Oh. If you see Indie, tell him I said Hi. Better yet, tell him to drop by the farm for a homemade brownie.
How long could you go without your cell phone?
An hour? A day? Four days?
I’m about to undergo a most interesting experiment. My cell phone, still under warranty, has lost its ability to charge. The battery has dwindled to 25% from 48% an hour ago. Its battery life is draining away. (That’s the dramatic writer in me speaking.)
My replacement phone is expected to be delivered in three or four days. Meanwhile, I’ll be going dark. Unleashed. No cell phone ordering me to look at an email, read a text, or divulge my location. No instant response to social media.
I predict I’ll finish my final edit of I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A SPY. And my house will be spotless.
Follow Up November 7
It’s been a week. My new phone went sight-seeing in Jacksonville FL for a few days before meandering to its destination. Yesterday the apps updated, and today we’re back in business.
How was it without a phone? I cheated and used someone else’s phone to check my email. So maybe it wasn’t a fair experiment. I did finish my final edit but did NOT hyperclean. I don’t plan to turn my phone off and put it into a drawer, but I’m less obsessed. We’ll see how long that lasts.
This is the cover for I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A SPY.
Maggie’s spy training began when she was 4. As a librarian, her observation skills threaten a lucrative criminal venture.
Publish date: January 2019.