Louise Wise (also writes as T E Kessler): young adult novels

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Showing posts with label young adult novels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young adult novels. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Alison Neuman on how social media is important to her

For us authors, social media is important. Not only are we able to keep readers and friends up-to-date with our writing but also with the life events of others. Currently, it is impossible for me to travel so social media allows me to reach my destinations from the comfort of home, and I love that opportunity it's given me.

In the past few years, there has been a huge shift to the Internet. Blog tours are a great example of this and an excellent way to promote your books. How it works is that the author visits several blogs and they are introduced to a new audience.

I have heard of authors who have been made into bestsellers just because of social media.It’s a tool in the authors’ promotional toolkit that should not be overlooked. Although, we have to be careful. When I get continuing posts from individuals trying to sell me products, I must admit, I tune out. When that happens, we are losing a potential relationship. For myself, I plug Ice Rose during the holiday buying season and for blog tours or events. Just enough to keep my book out there, but not enough to cause offence.

Like most authors worldwide, I like to share activities and events that are going on with my career, but my blog isn't only focused on writing, it's also about the arts and crafts. A writer once advised me to post a new blog every two weeks, but I find this challenging. Finding fresh topics can be difficult and I wonder how other bloggers manage it.

And, I admit, when I write my posts, I do not always focus on how worldwide social media can reach. So when, few years ago, I posted a blog on a cookie bouquet that I was making, and received a comment from a reader in Germany I was very shocked and pleased.



Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Win a copy of YA novel Life and Times of the Heir and the Keeper


by 
Etta King 

Ah the guest blog! My time to shine! What shall I share? This is rather like a “Show and Tell” isn’t it? Hmmm…well I think I’ll go back in time a bit – not too far – and take a peek at a little episode in dear Jonathan’s life. Now Jon is sort of the quintessential prodigal son; he just loves doing whatever he wants, bucking convention (why should he join the legacy of Reinhardt men inducted into the Keepers?) and breaking hearts (didn’t an ex call him Delish? Yum!), yet he always finds his way home (figuratively, of course, since he can’t wait to leave his grandfather’s mansion…hey! I never said he was sane!). But don’t the daring ones always have the most fun? Go to the best parties? Kiss the cutest girls? Perhaps there’s a method to this madness? Let’s see…the year was…I’m blanking…the grade? 11th! Oh high school, the wonder years…

Jon
I was exhausted. But in a good way. A sated way. That was pretty much the only reason I was smiling at the gentle nudging that was bringing me out of my coma. I didn’t even have the blinding headache I associated with any and all brands of Tequila. I was in an Aybee-trance. AB Baby, my sort-of, maybe, probably girlfriend. Angelica B. McCarthy, to anyone who wasn’t a ‘close and personal friend.’ Which was a grand total of probably five people. Yeah, AB was very popular. She was also insanely cute. No, not hot, cute. She was a Blake Lively, not a Megan Fox; you never could bring yourself to hate her, you just wanted her to notice you. She had that effect, a subtle glow that made even teachers curry her favor. And I was lying in her bed. How I’d gotten up here, I couldn’t remember. What we’d done? Well I remembered that. That brought a second smile to my lips.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She whispered in my ear.
I had to laugh. Somehow, I didn’t doubt that; she had a way of guessing people’s thoughts.
“You need to get up; I’m riding with Kit this morning.”
I opened my eyes and raised a brow at that. Christopher, who insisted everyone call him Kit, was her British “cousin.” The air quotes were unimagined; I was pretty sure Kit and I were as related as he was to AB. I couldn’t mentally reconcile what I knew was a lie, but I consoled myself with the fact that at least I knew.
“Why are you riding with him, you could be riding with me,” I replied with a crooked smile. It was corny and I knew it, but she laughed.
“I promised,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face. “Besides, Cassidy needs the exercise, and you haven’t ridden since…” She paused and chewed her lip before continuing. “Anyway, you know it doesn’t mean anything.”

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