Friday, May 3, 2013

How to Blog Your Way To A Book Deal


"How to Blog Your Way to a Book Deal"
Thursday, May 16
5:00 p.m. (PT)

Free Webinar for
RWA Members Only

presented by
Scriptscene RWA
(A live 60-minute Tele-conference session)

Learn how to write, publish, and promote a book on the Internet using blog technology. Blogging a book is the easiest and quickest way to write a book and promote it at the same time. If you can write, you can blog. That means you can blog your way to creating a successful book—one that attracts readers and publishers. You can produce a manuscript, and promote and publish your work one post at a time in cyberspace. This class will also touch on how to book a blog (repurpose existing blog content in to a book).

Session takeaways:
--Why all aspiring authors should blog
--What to blog about
--10 reasons to blog a book
--The pros and cons of blogging vs. blogging a book
--6 things you need to do before you blog a book;
--and much more!


 Nina Amir is the author of the bestselling How to Blog a Book: How to Write, Publish and Promote Your Work One Post at a Time (Writer's Digest Books, May 2012) and the forthcoming The Author Training Manual (Writer's Digest Books, Spring 2014), Amir has 35 years of experience in the publishing field; she also is the founder of Write Nonfiction in November, a yearly writing challenge accompanied by a blog.

Amir holds a BA in magazine journalism from Syracuse University with a concentration in psychology. Amir has edited or written for more than 46 local, national and international publications on a full-time or freelance basis producing hundreds of articles. Her essays have been published in five anthologies, and she has self-published 10 short books, including the popular workbook How to Evaluate Your Book for Success.

Register at: http://www.Scriptscene.org/fasttrack-classes/

--Webinar Open to RWA Members Only--

There are only 96 spaces available, so sign up soon.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Excerpt From Donnell Bell's DEADLY RECALL


This is a great book, and if you want to learn more about the author, Donnell Ann Bell, hop on over to my other blog, Five Scribes, www.fivescribes.blogspot.com and check out my interview of her.
 
She's giving away one book here and one at Five Scribes to a lucky person who makes a comment.  Digital or Paperback in North America and Digital for International readers.
 
I hope you enjoy the excerpt.


“I saw your closing argument,” he said. “You did a good job.”

            He’d been in the courtroom? How’d she miss him? He kept his dark blond hair shorter than she liked, but she loved dimples, and it didn’t hurt that he wasn’t obsessed with a razor. Based on his tanned, unlined face, she’d place him in his late twenties, early thirties. With those aviator sunglasses, it was hard to tell. She couldn’t see his eyes. Too bad.

            On the other hand, Eden never missed a chance for a critique. “So if you were in that jury room right now, how would you vote?”

             “I only heard your side.” He shrugged. “Besides, I come with a pretty strong bias.” He pulled back his jacket, revealing the shield clipped to his belt.

            A cop. Thus explaining his arrogance. She finished the last bite of the dog, tossed the wrapper in a nearby trashcan, and leaned down for a closer look at his ID. “Well, then, Detective . . . Dancer. As much as I appreciate the beauty tip, I don’t think we―”

            “I’d like to talk to you about St. Patrick’s School.”

            As much as she willed it not to, her mind rewound seventeen years. She’d read the school was having financial woes and had formed a fundraising committee. Shading her eyes, she squinted up at him. Had he gone to St. Patrick’s? “If you’re alumni, you’ll have to swing by my office. I don’t keep my checkbook with―”

             “Are you always this difficult to talk to?”

             “Always.” She blinked. “What part of ‘swing by my office’ confused you?”

            “The part where I produce my credentials and you think I’m a solicitor.” The detective pointed to the table. “Could we sit, please? I’m here on official business.”

            What he could possibly have to say to her in any capacity was beyond comprehension. Still, it was warm outside, and she had a magnificent view of the foothills. She moved to a picnic table shaded by a poplar tree, stepped up on the bench and plopped down on the tabletop. “I think I should warn you, Detective, I didn’t leave St. Patrick’s on the best of terms.”

            “I heard.”

            “You heard?”

            He opened a pocket notebook. “I talked to Mr. Edgars, the school’s current principal. He went through old records and told me you’d been expelled.”

            “I prefer to think I was forcefully invited not to return. So did St. Patrick’s burn to the ground and I’m your best suspect?” She shook her head from side to side. “That’s just sad.”

“As far as I know, it’s still standing.” Kevin joined her on the tabletop. She liked that about him. He knew how to eat a hotdog, and he wasn’t uptight.

            “I was told when you attended school you were particularly close to one of its teachers.”

            A laugh escaped and she slapped her thigh. “I was expelled, Detective. They didn’t make that part up. I wasn’t tight with any of those cold-blooded penguins.”

            “Her religious name was Sister Beatrice,” he said, undeterred.

            As Eden mentally ticked off the names of her teachers, their names came easily to mind. Yet, at his use of this unfamiliar person, her stomach felt like she’d been afloat on the Red Sea at the time Moses had parted it. Eden pressed a hand to her stomach just as her cell phone rang.

            Typical cop, Dancer didn’t give space. She would have called him on his behavior if the party needed attorney/client confidentiality. But since all that was required was a simple, “good-bye,” she saw no reason to challenge him.

            No matter how much she liked the cop’s looks, there was no way in hell she was reliving her days at St. Patrick’s.  She stood and flipped the phone shut.  “Verdict’s in.  Gotta run.”

            He helped her from the bench, earning him yet another gold star and annoying her further.  

            She walked away.  The tenacious man called after her, “Eden, you didn’t answer my question.  Sister Beatrice, do you remember her?”

            She sighed and turned in his direction.  “You seem like a nice guy, Detective.  I wish I could help you.  Sorry.  That name doesn’t strike a chord.” 
 
 


Donnell Ann Bell is the author of The Past Came Hunting and newly released Deadly Recall from Bell Bridge Books.  Both books were nominated for the prestigious Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America®.  The Past Came Hunting climbed as high as #6 and Deadly Recall reached #1 on Amazon Kindle’s paid list. Her third release from Bell Bridge Books will be in November, 2013. 

To buy her books, visit her website: www.donnellannbell.com  

And visit her at:

Twitter:  @donnellannbell.com