We lived in D.C.for five years and whenever there was a storm rolling up the coast, Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, a couple of miles south of us, would get flooded by the Potomac River. Though we lived on the river by DCA airport, we weren’t ever affected by flooding. Of course, we lived on the 10th floor of a high rise. However, my son and his wife live in Old Town Alexandria–on higher ground, thank goodness. They ventured out to King Street one evening last weekend and waded to dinner. My daughter-in-law took and enhanced this beautiful photo of the flooding. The APP effects make the disaster look magical, almost.
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I’m always hatching fabulous ideas, usually about how a group of like-minded individuals can accomplish, create, achieve so much more together than individually. Rocking that theme, I decided that writers I’ve met here in Tucson could extend their promotional reach by cooperatively promoting each others’ work. I believe now is the best time in history for an author with stories to tell and sell directly to the readers. Reaching readers via the internet and social media seems to be the best or debatably the easiest place to connect with readers who’ll buy your book. Or so social media would have us believe.
Promoting a book used to be a matter of bookmarks, book signings and developing a mailing list for communicating with readers. Now there seem to be endless online promotional options singing a siren song of “You Can, and Really Should, Do It All”. If you believe that, the learning curve and time sink can be overwhelming and demoralizing. Our Promotional CoOp has sixteen members with varying social media/internet skills. They’re eager to expand their skills while they figure out how much promoting they can and want to do.
I’ve just put up a MelindaRuckerHaynesBooks page on FaceBook. Sounded easy enough, but people couldn’t access the page. I spent way too much time developing the content and then trying to wring out the Settings to publish. Finally got that accomplished–by myself, which put me behind on production of my Contest Smarts book. And during this busy time, the Contest Smarts website has gone live and I’m working on helpful and inspiring content. Seemed important to get a Twitter account for Contest Smarts and figuring that out has been growth-promoting. And put me further behind on book production. I still haven’t completed my Author’s Page on Amazon.com, but I’m working on it. Promoting is always time away from writing, from book production.
Internet and social media book promoting often may be the way of whoa, as in, “Stop, horsey!” as well as the usual meaning of woe, but it’s what we’ve got right now. I continue to say and pray, “There must be a better way!.” And I’ll keep looking or maybe form a cooperative to find it.
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After my CONTEST SMARTS workshop this summer at Pacific Northwest Writers Conference, attendees kept asking me for more tips and strategies for entering writing contests. I came home to Tucson and embarked on twin projects of building a website and creating a how-to book of CONTEST SMARTS: Writing Contest Winning Strategies. The book will be available October 1, 2016 on Amazon.
The website is now live. Check it out for featured writing/literary contests, winning strategies, winners’ interviews, and the infamous Undiscerning Arbiter Award given to the worst/funniest judge’s comments. The next interview is with Darcy Carson, Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest Chairperson 2006 – 2014, who will discuss all things PNWA contest and her own successes entering writing contests.
Melinda Rucker Haynes is the sponsor of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association 2017 Literary Contest Young Adult Category.
My darling daughter-in-law called me yesterday on my birthday and followed the Haynes tradition of singing the happy birthday song. She has a lovely voice but is self conscious about her pronunciation. English is not her first language, but a fine second. You know the voices you hear in your head? Probably speaking English, right? She hears Korean and translates to English. Everyone and everything around her speaks English, even my son’s Airedale. However, her Westie, who came with her from Seoul and whose first language is Korean, has rapidly become bilingual. My daughter-in-law speaks beautiful English. I often think of her not just coping here in a foreign language but thriving!
I was a Spanish literature major. While in university and when I was teaching, I spoke fluent Spanish. When I traveled to Mexico I would even begin thinking in Spanish. But ten years later when I lived in Brasil where they speak Portuguese, I often struggled to communicate in a sort of Portanole–Spanish Portuguese mix. I could stand right next to an Argentinian speaking Spanish to a Brazilian and try to speak Spanish to him as well but he would not understand me. My Spanish was correct, if university level with a bit of a Mexican accent. Hers was Argentinian Spanish. The Brazilian and she communicated. He and I did not. If I had to speak on the phone where I could not see a speaker’s mouth, I had great difficulty understanding what was said. Once, the concierge of our service flat called to tell me something about the phone system in the building. I could not understand him. Next thing I knew he was pounding on the door. I opened it and he roared into the room, picked up the phone, yelling and gesturing about how I should use the phone. I saw his lips. Heard his inflection and got context clues from his gestures. We communicated. I also understood that he thought if I didn’t understand I must be deaf, so he yelled and spoke slowly with big, broad gestures, because I apparently was not only deaf but a bit developmentally delayed.
I get what my daughter-in-law is dealing with in this adventure in foreign living. I understand her concern, her constant vigilance in translating and communicating, being understood and not embarrassing herself or her new family. I’m dedicated to praising the fabulous job she’s doing so that she will be as proud of herself as we are proud of her. Oooooo , if only I could speak Spanish with the fluency that she does English, I would be not only simpatica (Spanish speakers and Brazilians always called me that as I was kind and friendly) I might be writing delicious magic realism like Gabriel García Márquez, Miguel Angel Asturias, and Isabel Allende. Ah, now there’s a dream worth pursuing.
Summer in Kansas goes through stages. It starts hot and muggy with a few bugs, which is followed by hotter and muggier and “did you see the size of That Mosquito”; and finally it’s damn hot, wring-it-out muggy, Backwoods Off as the perfume de jour and season of the orb spider.
Along with increase in bugs comes an increase in their nemesis, spiders (along with bats and miscellaneous birds, but this is about spiders). Most spiders know their place in the yard. The gorgeous yellow and black garden spiders spin magnificent webs along the border of things, neatly out of the way. Not so the orb. These ladies believe the world is their oyster and happily rig their webs any place they can get an anchor line attached. The webs can be really big, nearly invisible and surprisingly tough – after all it has to withstand struggling insects. We are now at the beginning of the Season of the Orb Spider (mysterious music, please).
So the other evening Skamp, the rat terrier, and I were following the plopping journey of a smallish toad across the yard. I was looking down at the little critter, not up. Oh darn! Walked smack dab, full frontal, forehead to belt into an orb spider web that hadn’t been there an hour before.
I levitated. Yodeled! Flailed mightily and then did my best cheerleader moves midair trying to remove web and find the spider (oh where is the spider!?!?!) and avoid stepping on dog or toad. Eeee! Once grounded on terra firma the spider hunt continued, bending at the waist, shaking out my long hair, alternately hopping, shaking and flailing. It’s the most horrible feeling not to know where the spider went to say nothing about the creepy web. The spider obviously survived because there was another web in the same exact place by the next morning.
If you happen to drive by our place and see the Lady of the Manor out and about waiving a long stick like a demented Hogwarts escapee don’t worry. It’s just the best available spider defense system. It’s low tech and it works. Sweep and swish through thin air and there went another spider web…
The Pacific Northwest Writers Association, PNWA, has sponsored an annual literary contest for over sixty years. There are twelve fiction and nonfiction categories for unpublished work and a separate category for published books. The last few years contest entries have numbered over a 1000. Last summer my experimental Boomer Lit paranormal romance, BITTEN, about a menopausal vampire was a finalist in the romance category.
In the 2016 PNWA Literary Contest I entered a western historical romance novel, REMITTANCE, Book I, a sweeping saga of a Bostonian blue stocking businesswoman running from her past after a Spanish remittance man who flees with her nephew down the dangerous Santa Fe Trail to his noble family’s land grant in New Mexico. I previously entered the first three chapters in Romance Writers of America’s Hearts Through History chapter’s literary contest and the story came second in Best Short Historical. I can’t wait to see how REMITTANCE does at the PNWA Awards banquet on Saturday night, July 30 in Seattle.
Before the Awards banquet on Saturday, I’ll be giving a ninety minute workshop, CONTEST SMARTS: Make Writing Contests Work for You, at 5:00-6:30. I’ve been called a contest guru because I’ve won sixteen writing contest awards. (There are editing and website content awards in the list, too.) I have over twenty years experience entering writing contests, developing contests, and judging entries and have learned much that I hope will inspire and help writers make writing contests work for their particular career goals and maybe win some, too!
CONTEST SMARTS Kindle eBook
Winning the ONEBOOKAZ 2016 Young Adult eBook award in March 2016 kicked off a marvelous adventure of touring Arizona’s libraries with my young adult novel, The Haunting of Josh Weston. My roadie, Bob, and I started with the Tucson Festival of Books. Seven libraries and hundreds of miles later our tour ended in Chandler, Arizona, a Phoenix suburb. The librarians and their patrons were so much fun, booklovers every one!
ONEBOOKAZ is at an end and my book is the last YA novel winner. There aren’t going to be anymore ONEBOOKAZ contests and awards. It was suggested that I make available paperbacks of my book for tour signings and for book clubs and libraries to order. The ebook edition was available on the ONEBOOKAZ site for Arizonans to read for free during the tour. Now that ONEBOOKAZ is ended and the free online reading no longer available, Sonrisa Multimedia has published an electronic Kindle edition on Amazon.com of The Haunting of Josh Weston
This little Arizona ghost story has been very good to me, and the book’s fans aren’t just limited to my family and friends and other Arizonans. It was nominated for three national awards, prior to winning the ONEBOOKAZ contest. Now with the paperback and Kindle ebook editions available, I’m hearing from teens and from the growing audience of adult readers who enjoy stories about weird families living and learning together, despite the stimulating meddling of a crazy ghost or two.
I’ve always treasured librarians. My mother-in-law is a retired librarian, who trained her son in the dark art of cataloguing and organizing data. That’s what brought us together. I needed help organizing data for an adult education research project I was directing at UNLV and Bob stepped into my office with exactly the skillset the project (and I) required. Then and now. He’s ever my beloved patron and currently serving as a roady for my book tour of Arizona libraries.
Last Saturday Bob the Roady and I toured to the Tempe Library for their Book Festival. What a wonderful venue for booklovers and authors to meet each other in a beautiful setting. The Arizona State Library hosted me and my OneBookAZ 2016 literary contest winning book, The Haunting of Josh Weston, at a great table downstairs outside the Teen Room. I also served on a Teen Reviewer panel and got updated on their favorite reads, as well as what they saw as the new hotness in YA books. Dystopian fantasy is still of interest, but super heroes are the next big thing for some. I say how about a cool ghost story set on a hidden ranch in northwestern Arizona?
We’re at the Yuma Library on Saturday, April 23, at 2:00. I’ll be giving a workshop on the Power of Place in Your Story, as well as signing books. See you there, I hope!
The Arizona State Library’s OneBookAZ 2016 literary contest named my young adult novel, The Haunting of Josh Weston, the winner! The eBook is live today at OneBookAZ and it looks great on the website! There’s also a free downloadable Curriculum/Study Guide for use in the classroom. The ebook is available on the OneBookAZ site and maybe read for free by Arizona readers. The paperback is available at Amazon.com and coming soon to Kindle.
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I found my bio on the OneBookAZ page a complete surprise! Race right on up there and have a look. And a laugh. Don’t really know where that version came from. Sounds like me, but it sure isn’t the one I sent them for publication and tweaked and resubmitted. I’m thinking of asking them to take it down and put up the one I sent, because it’s very different in tone and content from the other two ladies’ very professional bios. We three winners are all retired teachers and we are the last winners, as this is the last year of the OneBookAZ literary contest.
She had three cats and a dog and a lame vegan tiger named Spritz.
Spritz had been donated by a circus that could no longer afford the liability insurance.
At first the cats and dog were terrified of the great beast but over a period of weeks they grew to be a family. The biggest cat, Papa Grey, couldn’t understand why the new cat wouldn’t hunt and started to bring Spritz nice freshly caught mice. Finally Spritz ate one and immediately craved another. It had been warm and soft and rich to the palate. So much better than oatmeal and soy gruel. In his heart and mind ‘something’ clicked into a new position and he began to change inexorably into a very real tiger.
Two cats and the dog were missing when she realized that Spritz was somehow different and scary. She went outside to call Animal Control and watched through the window as the tiger sprayed his scent on her recliner. Ah, she thought, Spritz was more than a name.
The Animal Control officer was kindly. He called for assistance from the zoo and, after the tiger was gone, helped her remove the damaged furniture, wrote her a ticket for harboring a wild animal and asked her out to dinner.
“All in all,” she mused over a perfectly chilled martini, “a rather nice ending.”