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Self-publishing

It’s a Happy Friday

June 28, 2013 2 Comments

SmileyFaceOn yesterday’s blog post (read HERE), I announced that I’ve decided to go the self-publishing route.  I want to thank you all for the sweet comments and congratulations.  While I know there will be ups and downs on this exciting journey I’m embarking upon, I look forward to, as my dad says “pressing that button,” and sharing my books with the world.  A special thank you goes out to my Chick Lit Goddesses Facebook group.  You ladies are truly amazing and so supportive, and I love you all!

Anyway, today’s blog post is about being happy once a decision has been made.  Since deciding to self-publish, not only has my stress level gone down immensely.  For a couple of weeks, okay maybe months, I’ve been a little (or, depending who you ask, very) grumpy.  I would go out with friends and Ranger games, but I wasn’t really there.  My mind was on achieving my goal of becoming an author.  I’d try to have a relaxing evening with my hubby and again, I still wasn’t in the moment.

Finally, while at work one day, I had enough of just shuffling through life and telling people I’m still deciding which direction I’m going.  Upset with myself and feeling like I was shuffling through life in limbo, I didn’t want to wait anymore and that’s when I made up my mind.

Am I still stressed?  Yeah, a little bit, but it’s more of a feeling of anxious and excitement, and I’m not nearly as grumpy…

So, tonight when I go to Ranger’s game, I tend on enjoying my night and cheering on my favorite team!

**GO RANGERS**

TexasProud

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Chick-Lit, Happy Friday, Self-publishing, Stress, Writers, Writing

Kind of an Announcement: It’s Time for Me to Move Forward…

June 27, 2013 49 Comments

It’s been a long time coming that I share this blog post with you, my devoted readers, but I’m excited to share this with you.  A lot has gone on since November, and posted this, which I titled “Why I’ve Decided To Self-Publish”.

There is nothing I want more than to be an author.  It’s important to me because while I’m interested in a lot of other things, writing is the one thing I see myself doing for the rest of my life.  It’s the only thing I want to do.

Here’s what I have done to achieve the goals of being an author:

  • Written a book, (2 of them, actually)
  • Worked with 2 AMAZING editors
  • Have given my second book, THE RIGHT DESIGN, to beta readers — (you know who you three are and I love y’all!)
  • And have had  TRD professionally critiqued by two brilliant ladies — (you two ladies are pure gems!)
  • **Currently, I’m still trying to fine-tune my first MS, REDEFINED DREAMS

As you can see, I’m missing the main part of becoming an author…BEING PUBLISHED!  With the love and support of my family they encouraged me to give the traditional route a try first, so I did.  I have sent queries and chapters of my MS to several publishing companies, but have had, so far, been rejected six times.  I’m okay with being rejected, after all, it’s part of the business.  At first, I kept my rejection to myself (and still haven’t told most people) because I really didn’t know how to feel about it, but as each rejection came my way it led me to think more seriously about the modern way about being published, which is to self-publish.  I’m proud of myself for even trying because sending querying my MS was a huge step for a shy woman like me.

Years have passed since I’ve written my two books and I have a lot of ideas in mind, so in order to write them and continue on as an author, here’s what I need a plan, so here’s the announcement: I will be self-publishing THE RIGHT DESIGN.  If you read my blog post that I linked above, then you know a few reason why I’m looking forward to taking on this challenge (from writer to author).

Whew!  It feels so good to share the adventure and path I’ll be taking!  Out with the stress of waiting and rejection, and bring on the stress of a self-published author – ;)!

Here’s what I’ll be working on now, along with the fine-tuning I mentioned above:

  • Looking through beta readers advice and comments
  • Writing yet another draft of TRD, thanks to the help of my critique ladies
  • Reading “The Complete Guide to Self-Publishing“!

And, to share some inspiring words from author have been rejected, click HERE!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Books, Chick Lit Goddess, Chick-Lit, Isabella Louise Anderson, Redefined Dreams, Rejection, Self-publishing, The Right Design, Traditional Publishing, Writing

What Will That First Day Be Like?

November 4, 2012 Leave a Comment

I’ll be moving into my new office this coming week and I’m ecstatic!  It’s the color I want, everything is ready to go — a new desk, a new desktop and printer, and now all I have to do is move in, but now comes exciting part — working!

This has all led me to thinking about what the first day will be like.  I imagine it similar to the first day of school.  I remember my sister having her online status up (a quote she got from Finding Nemo), “First day of school, first day of school,” every term.  That’s how I feel about going to work!  I can’t wait to set my office up, the way I want it – with books, dry erase boards and  wall hangings, all surrounding me as I create!  I’m sure I won’t sleep a wink the night before I go into an office to work (editing to begin my journey as a self-published author).

Tell me about your first day of work as an author, or do you have any tips on creating a productive work environment?

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Books, Chick-Lit, Self-publishing, Writing

Why I’ve Decided To Self-Publish

November 2, 2012 21 Comments

On my blog post yesterday (click HERE to read it), I happily announced that I’ve decided to self-publish my books.  I’m very excited about this journey and know it will be hard work, but the end will be worth it because I will be a published author!

While Indie/Self-published authors sometimes get a bad wrap because of bad editing, bad formatting, cheesy book covers…the list could go on, I support them because they’ve made their dreams come true of becoming an author.  However, those who do follow the rules of self-publishing seem to have a greater chance of becoming a #1 Bestseller on Amazon, for example.  (I have a friend who has a screen shot of her book being at #1, which is right beside Stephen King).  I’ve had the pleasure of reading and reviewing quite a few self-published books and while there’s been a lot of wonderful stories with great characters, it’s how the book was formatted that I paid most attention to, only because I have a tendency to be OCD about layouts, (here’s to hoping that when my books are published there won’t be any formatting issues).

Some might even say that they decide to self-publish because they’re afraid of rejection.  Am I afraid of rejection?  Yes, but in a good way.  I think being rejected (in any form) is just another sign of getting to where your meant to be.  Isn’t like breaking up with someone (rejection), only to find “the one” (published)?  My fear of rejection has nothing  to do with rejection.

Back to why I want to self-publish…I want to be in charge!  From formatting, cover design, and marketing, I want it all!  I want to learn the self-publishing business (yes, it’s a business within itself), so isn’t self-publishing a book the best way to do it?  Yes!

How do I plan on going about it?  I’ve purchased books (the “Self-Publishing for Dummies” book is a great resource that I will probably read at least five times), and I have huge support from my Twitter and Facebook friends, especially those in my Chick Lit Goddesses group.

Will this be a tough task, absolutely!  I know that I’ll be so OCD that I’ll probably have my husband look over it a hundred times before the release date, just to make sure that I did it right.  I know that I’ll be stressed, won’t sleep, and will have butterflies in my stomach through the process, but there is a positive side to all of this.

While I’ve had a wonderful life (a delightful and happy childhood, my family is supportive of everything that I do, I’m married to the love of my life, and I have true friends), I can’t remember being happier with this decision to self-publish.  And, with everything I’ve been through (I won’t bore you with the ups and downs), I was meant to be a writer, no, make that an author.  I was meant to be an author.

Pop open the Veuve Cliquot, because it’s time to celebrate!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Books, Chick-Lit, Editing, Images, Isabella, Self-publishing, Writing

Why I’m Not Participating In NaNoWriMo!

November 1, 2012 8 Comments

Happy November!

The past few months have had their ups and downs, but beginning today, things will be back to normal…thank goodness!

This is my favorite month – the cool weather (not cold because I live in Texas), snuggling with my hubby and cat, Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday), and usually a good football game, though the Cowboys aren’t doing so well…but that’s for another blog post – I love it all!

For writers all across the world, November 1st is the beginning of National Novel Writing Month, (NaNoNoWriMo).  This is where one writes a complete book in 30 days.  To find out more about my first experience with NaNoWriMo, click HERE.

Anyway, while I want desperately to take part in NaNo, I know I can write a book – in fact, I’ve written two of them – it’s time for me to focus on my next step, becoming a published author.  This means that I need to focus on the editing process, which at times can be very tedious, but there’s good news!  As of next week, I will have an office – one I’ll have to drive to – and will be able to center my complete attention on work.  My goal is to have edits finished with at least one book by the end of the year!  Wish me luck!

**Now, for a little announcement:  I’ve decided to self-publish!

**Why?  Come back for a new blog post tomorrow morning!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Books, Chick-Lit, Editing, Images, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, Self-publishing, Writing

Chick Lit

June 6, 2012 2 Comments

Do you like Chick Lit books?  Well tonight, I created a Facebook group called Chick Lit Goddesses…

I’d love if you’d join!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Book Reviews, Book tours, Books, Chick Lit Group, Chick Lit Plus, Chick-Lit, Editing, Facebook, Guest Author, Isabella, Random, Romance Books, Self-publishing, Writing

Chick Lit: U.S.A. and the U.K.

April 26, 2012 5 Comments

It’s stories like THIS (where London captures hearts, and new writers are born).  I hear the most about Chick Lit authors – even Emily Giffin did it!

Top 10 British Chick Lit Writers

As for US Chick Lit, I couldn’t really find a good list to share.  (If you have a good list, please add it below in the comments section.  I would love to look it over, and I might even add it to this post).

Now it’s time to talk about book covers?  I came across THIS post about book covers.  Interesting, huh?  What are you thoughts about covers in America and the United States?

What is it about U.K. that inspires Chick Lit writers to come out of the woods?  It’s for this reason that I would move to London (where I would have tea and crumpets with Will and Kate, and maybe even the Queen!), and I’d become famous after writing the next bestseller!  I know, I know, it’s a dream…It’s always just a dream!  If I didn’t love being a Texas girl so much, I would move (bringing my husband and our twelve-year-old cat with me).  “While Chick Lit has (a) massive competitive market in the U.K.,” there is no real evidence if  it’s more popular than in the U.S., says Chick Lit author, Nicola May.

In closing, I know THIS is an old article, but it means a lot to me.  So, my dreams of one day making a life in England can still be a reality? Yes, just maybe!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Books, Chick-Lit, Emily Giffin, Images, Isabella, Link, Publishing, Random, Romance Books, Self-publishing, the Queen, UK, USA, Will & Kate, Writing

Is There A Difference? Writers vs. Authors

April 5, 2012 7 Comments

I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long week.  Is it (Good) Friday yet?

Anyway, back to my post:

A WRITER

Writing is a common thing in every part of the world.  It’s a way of communication.  For some, it’s the easiest for those who feel that they can be more open and honest with a pen and paper (or hands to computer).  Whether it be writing a letter, a memo, your signature, a grocery list, or even making an entry in your diary or journal, you’re still writing.  Even by sending a text, you’re still a writer.  All forms of writing are applicable – by phone, iPad, desk or laptop, or by hand.  I don’t want to get into the technical aspects or where it originated from, but if you’d like more information on the background of writing, click HERE.  I think that writing is a gift that should be treasured – no matter what your penmanship looks like, (on Monday, I’ll be talking about handwriting, so come back then), or how you type.

AN AUTHOR

When I think of the word, author, I immediately think of Emily Giffin, Danielle Steel, and James Patterson, all who have had their books published.  This means that they have gone through the (emotional) writing and editing process.  I think of book authors first because it’s what I want – I want to be an author!  This has led me to think more in-depth about what the definition of author really means.  Like writers, these days,  authors don’t just have to stick to writing books to be an author.  Writers who are published in magazines, reference books, and online websites, all are authors.  Is this all thanks to new technology?  I think so.  Places like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords, are making it easier for anyone who is a writer, to now be an author.

So, writers, this is your chance to be an author!  Come on, you can do it!

I’d love some feedback on this, so go ahead and leave me a comment!

Filed Under: Isabella Tagged With: Amazon, Authors, Barnes and Noble, Books, Chick-Lit, Danielle Steel, Definitions, Editing, Emily Giffin, Isabella, James Patterson, Link, Random, Self-publishing, Smashwords, Writers vs. Authors, Writing

Here’s A Teaser: Chapter 1

March 29, 2012 1 Comment

It brings me great pleasure in posting this blog post.  It’s one that I didn’t think that I’d put up, but after a lot of positive feedback and encouragement from family and friends, here goes!  I’ve decided to share a small part of the first chapter for my current WIP, Somewhere Down In Texas.  Please keep in mind that this is an unedited piece.  If you’d please leave a comment after reading telling me what you think, I’d really appreciate it.  Thanks in advance! xoxo

CHAPTER 1

My graduation dinner with my granny ended early so I decided to surprise my boyfriend, Clay, at his house.  His parents were out of town, and for the first time, we were planning on spending the night with each.  We had made love only a few times, but we’d never known what it was like to spend the night with each other.

I smiled when I saw his black Chevrolet truck was in the driveway. We had shared so many fun and memorable times in that old beat up thing.  After glancing at myself in the mirror I added some lip-gloss, then quietly got out of my car and closed the door on my new BMW convertible.  I walked up to the porch, and slowly twisted the knob on the front door.  Nobody in Amarillo, Texas, left their doors locked, and the Dennis family was no exception.

When I didn’t see him watching the blaring TV in the family room I thought was probably in the kitchen, so I tiptoed my way around the corner.  Again, there was no sight of him.  He must be in the bedroom, waiting for me, I thought.  Just thinking of being with him turned my cheeks pink.  I quietly made my way down the dark hallway that was covered with pictures of Clay and his younger sister, Caroline.  The door to his room was cracked.  When I pushed it open, what I saw horrified me.  My high school sweetheart and Lila-my worst enemy-and Clay were in bed together.  The door banged against the wall, startling them, and they turned to face me.  Lila rapidly pulled away from him and covered herself up with his sheets-the same light green sheets that I had been tangled up in after a passionate lovemaking session with “Amarillo’s Sexiest Cowboy,” quoting the magazine cover of the local magazine, The Amarillo Man.

“Addie!” Clay said, as he instantly jumped out of the bed, stumbling to put on jeans.  “This isn’t what it looks like,” he said.

My eyes were filled with tears and I could barely speak.  Finally, I managed to say, “What…what is this?”  I looked at him and then at Lila, who sat on his bed looking pleased for causing trouble.  I glared at her and it took everything in me to not run across the room and start a catfight, but I didn’t-my daddy taught me better than that.

Clay tried to reach for me and try to explain, but I pulled away.  “Don’t touch me,” I said firmly.  “It’s over.”  I walked out of his room, down the hall, and out of his house.

“She means nothing to me, love.  It’s you I want.”  He pulled my turning me towards him.  “It was a mistake.  Baby, please forgive me.”  His eyes squinted together and the fear of losing me covered his face.  “I need you, Adalina, I love you.  Please, don’t leave me.”  His voice sounded desperate now.

I ignored his dark puppy dog looking eyes-the expression I never could resist.  “I hope Lila was worth it,” I said, my words icy.  I pressed the key remote to unlock my door, got in my car and closing the door behind me.  I sped away not bothering to look at him in my rearview mirror, or to the life that we had planned.

I blinked my eyes, bringing me back to present day.  I was holding a legal document that I held said that I was now the owner of my daddy’s ranch, in Amarillo, Texas.

“He left it to me?” I asked the man in a dark suit who stood before me, my desk separating us.  I squinted my eyes, confused and began reading the words again.

“If you see,” he said pointing at the document, “Miss Andrews, your father, William Eugene Andrews, left you his ranch after he passed away…”  The Texas lawyer’s voice was slow and mechanical as if what he said was on repeat.

Now that I was a fast-paced New Yorker, I had to interrupt him before I lost my patience at the twangy sound and slow speed of his voice.  I hadn’t heard anyone speak like that in a very long time and I didn’t miss it.  “Please, call me Addie,” I said, quickly.  Crossing my legs and tapping my high-heeled foot nervously against my desk, I flipped through the legal sized papers, all which seemed legit.  I felt the impatient lawyer’s eyes on me, but I continued to look over it once more.

“You are certainly welcome to have your own lawyer look them over if…”

“That won’t be necessary.  Mr…” What was this man’s name?

“Mr. Smith,” he reminded me with a smile.

“Yes, Mr. Smith.  What are my options?”

“The property is yours,” he repeated.  “So, Miss Andr…Addie, you can do what you want with it.”  He tilted his head and took off his king-sized cowboy hat.  “I knew your father for years, and I’d like to think that not only was I his attorney, but that I was his friend too.”  He paused as if he were remembering something, and then continued.  “I know he would want you to take it over, make it your own, and maybe raise your own family there.  He was proud of the property and hoped you would be too.”

I sat back in my seat and looked at Mr. Smith.  He could pass for being in his early sixties, but his tired face and heavy belly aged him into his mid-seventies.  I took a breath and then looked at the clock on my phone.  I had a meeting in ten minutes, and I had to get this over with.  I reached for a black pen and said, “Okay Mr. Smith, I will sign the papers and take over my dad’s ranch.”  My speech was fast as I did my best to quickly end this conversation.  I scribbled my name on four black lines and voila, I was the owner of The Lonely Doe ranch in Amarillo.

“Thank you, Addie.”  He put the legal-sized papers back in an envelope and closed it shut, and stood up.  “I’ll be in touch and if you need anything, please let me know.”  He faintly smiled, “Good day,” and with the tip of his hat he exited my office.

I turned and looked out the window of my high-rise office building that was on the Upper East Side of New York City.  It was complete opposite from the piece of property I had just inherited-the place I tried not to think of, along with the memory of Clayton Dennis in bed with my enemy, Lila Baker.

I was startled when my phone buzzed, then I heard my assistant, Jules, say, “Addie, they are waiting for you in the conference room.”

“I’ll be right there.”  I gathered three folders as I did the best I could not to think of the images of them in his bed-the sheets, and his massive…

“Stop it,” I instructed myself, something that I had trained my brain to do over the past few years.  Clay and Lila finally disappeared from my mind.  I was now ready to have my meeting, and ready to discuss the headlines that would be on the cover of Couple’s Magazine next month and who, along with who would be the “Couple of the Month.”

*****

I’ve been at Couple’s Magazine for a little over six years.  My beginning position was a Copy Editor, and then I moved to Fact Checker, and now I’m Assistant Executive Editor and am in love with my job.

I was the last one to enter the room and I took a seat next to my boss, Diane.

“Nice of you to join us,” she said with a smirk, not bothering to look up from her folder.  Her reading glasses sat low in her nose, looking almost as if they were going to fall off at any minute, but with a nudge of her slender index finger she pushed them closer her face.  Diane was in her early fifties and her delicate and motherly face showed no signs of aging whatsoever.  Her auburn hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.  She put her pen down and that’s when she looked at me.  “How’s your morning going?” she smiled.

I looked around the room observing my coworkers who sitting around the long conference table as they talked amongst themselves, and then looked at Diane.  “Just fine,” I replied, pushing back thoughts of Clay that were beginning to come up.

She tilted her head and then said, “Good.”

Did she know anything about why Mr. Smith was in my office?  I looked at her and before I knew it, she was speaking to the group.

“Okay, everyone, let’s start,” as she tapped her pen on the wooden table.  Almost immediately everyone halted speaking and the room was silent.  Diane looked to Hannah who was a contributing writer, and also my best friend, and asked, “How many couples have entered the Couple of the Month contest?”

Hannah smiled and then opened her folder.  “Well, forty-eight of them, but I looked them over, and I think that only three of them are worthy for the article.”  She smiled at me, then took a sip of her coffee, one of the two which sat in front of her, a coffee addict.

Diane nodded and then turned to Robert who was also a contributing writer to the magazine, “What have you come up with?” she asked.

“Well, I think I have an idea.  Beau and I were driving through Texas and there were a lot of attractive cowboys,” he began, as he looked around the room eying us all for a response.  When none of us said anything he continued, “Women like cowboys, right?”  He paused again and then nearly all the women in the room, even Diane, nodded.  “I was thinking about maybe doing a piece on cowboys.  Maybe something like the Dr. Pepper commercials, from back in the day.  It would appeal to all aged women,” he nodded towards Diane in a joking way, and everyone laughed.  “What do you think?”  Robert had been with the magazine for about a year and every week he seemed to have fascinating ideas for the magazine.  Over the past few months, he and I’ve grown close.  On occasion, I would join him and his boyfriend, Beau, of two years, for dinner.  Sometimes even Hannah would join us.

Cowboys, really?  Thought of Clay drifted back to the first time I met him.  It had been the beginning of the summer before I was going to be a sophomore in high school and my dad was teaching me how to bail hay, which was the last thing I want to do.  When Poncho Juarez, the foreman drove up to talk to my dad, he introduced me to Clayton Dennis, the new worker who was going to help out on the ranch during the weekends.

“Hi,” I smiled brightly as I twisted my hair with my finger trying to flirt with him.

Clayton raised his chin and reached out his hand.  “Call me Clay.”  He clasped our hands together, but there were no fireworks.

“Hi, Clay.”  I observed his clothes, broken in work boots, tighter than tight jeans, and a light blue pearl snap shirt.  He looked to be nearly a man, and there I stood in my brown cowboy boots, jean cutoffs, and a white T-shirt.

Daddy, Poncho, and Clay talked for a bit, then they got back in the truck.

“It was good to meet you, Addie,” he hollered over Pancho, and they began to drive away.  When Poncho drove away, Clay held his gaze with mine in his passenger side mirror until we couldn’t see each other anymore.  It was something in that moment that changed my mind about the rugged cowboy.

A few weeks later Daddy hired Clay to work full-time because he was such an “important asset to the ranch,” as he put it.  During that unforgettable summer, Clay and I were inseparable.  I helped Clay with his chores on the ranch and to my dad’s surprise, he saw me flourish at becoming the “country girl,” as he knew I was meant to be.

The night before I school, Clay and I made love overlooking the favorite pond on the ranch in the bed of his truck.  It wasn’t his first time he’d ever been with anyone and for that I was a little intimated and nervous, but he made my first sexual experience everything I imagined and hoped it would be-he was gentle, loving, and sensual.  He hadn’t forced me to do anything that I didn’t feel comfortable with however, once we got started I became the aggressor that night.  I had wanted him and needed to be with him, and I ached to be without him.  When Clay dropped me off at home that night he kissed me and then said, “I’ll love you forever, my Addie.”

Though I knew it was cheesy, I replied the best way I knew how, mainly from sneaking my mom’s Nora Roberts’ novels into my room at night.  “Always and forever.”

“Addie?  Addie?” Diane said as she brought me back to the present day.  “Didn’t you grow up in Texas?” Diane asked confirming what she already knew.

I nodded, “Yes, but…”

She cut me off and said, “Okay, then it’s settled, you’ll be going to your hometown to get a piece of a real life Cowboy.”  Diane tilted her head down and pushed up her sleeves, then scribbled something down on her notepad.

“But I-I’m not a writer.”  I tried to defend myself in front of everyone in the conference room, but didn’t quite know what to say.  “Diane, really I can’t…”

She took her glasses off and looked at me, a full smile on her face.  “Yes you are.  You’re the perfect one for the job.  The rest of us are from the north,” she said, her eyes scanning the room.

I looked at her, and once we both knew that I’d be going, I sighed.  “Okay, I’ll do it,” I nodded.

“I promise, it’ll be worth it.  Have fun in Texas.”  She turned her attention to Robert, “Great job on finding that piece.  I think it will be just what our readers will want.”

TO BE CONTINUED…(MAYBE!)

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