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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 28 October 2012

Post Views: 303 From “The Sauder Diaries — A Bloodier Rose “: “Good night, Chief. Thank you for the company.” “Quite welcome, sir, and if I might offer some advice? Do not make the mistake of confusing Michael O’Raedy with Captain Blackheart. One is a man with faults and weaknesses, the other is an inherited legend that is supposed to know no bounds in fearlessness and ruthlessness.” Sauder watched the Chief Steward make his way along the port-size breezeway, leaving the very thoughtful young German alone in the Caribbean night. If you’re not familiar with “Six Sentence Sunday”, swing over to http://www.sixsunday.com/ and take a look. Its a great idea; dozens of authors submitting the punchiest six lines out of existing or soon-to-arrive stories. Browse them; see what…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 7 October 2012

Post Views: 180 From “The Sauder Diaries — A Bloodier Rose “: “Beautiful,” Arietta breathed. The vegetation was a full canopy here, with towering palms, massive ferns, brilliant flowering vines, and host of other vegetation in a rainbow of colours. Shafts of sunlight danced a dappled waltz on the leaves and water. “Well,” Blackheart said, breaking the awed quiet. “It would seem we have found what we came searching for.” He led them around the edge of the pond to the door of the alabaster structure. If you’re not familiar with “Six Sentence Sunday”, swing over to http://www.sixsunday.com/ and take a look. Its a great idea; dozens of authors submitting the punchiest six lines out of existing or soon-to-arrive stories. Browse them; see what hooks you. Hit the…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 30 September 2012

Post Views: 281 From the upcoming “The Sauder Diaries — A Bloodier Rose “: “Irondogs? What are they?” Arietta asked. “It is a mastiff-sized automaton that runs on electricity and is shaped like a hulking dog. They are made of metal, right down to leather-shredding claws. They weigh twice as much as the real animal, so if it knocks you down it can kill you just by jumping on your chest. The metal bodies are usually tough enough to ignore pistols and swords.” If you’re not familiar with “Six Sentence Sunday”, swing over to http://www.sixsunday.com/ and take a look. Its a great idea; dozens of authors submitting the punchiest six lines out of existing or soon-to-arrive stories. Browse them; see what hooks you. Hit the “Six Sunday” tag…

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Paid Advertising For Your Book – Don’t bother, I tried that already

Post Views: 445 Back in February, I posted an article titled “More Thoughts on the Economics of Authorspace – It’s a business … who knew?” . In it, I ran through a few numbers based on my own very limited and new understanding of being an Independent author. Part of those numbers was an estimate of $450 in promotion/ advertising. It is that number and how I’ve spent it that I want to talk about. I’ll drop a table on you here in a moment, but the short version is that nothing worked. After about $400 in advertising for “By Any Other Name“, I can definably say that I got nine sales and two reviews as a result of my advertising. That is a cost per outcome of $44. Even…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 23 September 2012

Post Views: 264 From “The Sauder Diaries — A Bloodier Rose “: A warm breeze swept up a symphony of early summer scents that washed over them as they stepped down from the carriage. The farm house was done in a crisp white with green trim, and copper-roofed. Surrounding it was a small collection of outbuildings associated with the various needs of the farm, all done in a like colour scheme. Perhaps a dozen workers were around the place, all at various stages of the morning’s work for the farm. None of them were paying very much attention at all to the well-dressed and newly arrived couple. As Hans and Annika looked around momentarily, the front door to the two-story farm house opened, and Bellingham appeared. If you’re…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 9 August 2012

Post Views: 377 From “The Sauder Diaries — A Bloodier Rose “: Hans fired, swiftly worked the action on the carbine and fired again. He took cover as two or three shots came back at him in return. “Got the bloody bugger, I think,” he said with a note of satisfaction. “… and no, I am not kidding. The Chief Engineer and the Captain-Gunner are both very talented women. It is quite a crew,” he chuckled. If you’re not familiar with “Six Sentence Sunday”, swing over to http://www.sixsunday.com/ and take a look. Its a great idea; dozens of authors submitting the punchiest six lines out of existing or soon-to-arrive stories. Browse them; see what hooks you. Hit the “Six Sunday” tag either at the end of this post or in the…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 12 August 2012

Post Views: 580 From “The Sauder Diaries — By Any Other Name“: Blackheart burst out laughing. “Did I say that? That is Saint Crispen’s to this rabble. Look, Mister Sauder, I know you have gotten yourself all caught up in the Russian minx’s skirts, but fighting like a madman only gets you killed. You are an excellent fighter, Sauder, but foaming at the mouth and ignoring orders makes you a rabid dog. I need men to fight for me, not dogs.” “The Sauder Diaries” is an adventure-romance set in Steampunk Victorian-era Europe. The main character, Hans Sauder, is Shanghaied into being a member of one of the most infamous airship crews of the continent. If you’re not familiar with “Six Sentence Sunday”, swing over to http://www.sixsunday.com/ and take…

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The Sauder Diaries On Six Sunday – 05 August 2012

Post Views: 263 From “The Sauder Diaries — By Any Other Name“: He periodically glanced over at the gate, keeping watch for his two friends. If he had grown up under very different circumstances, he mused, it was entirely likely he would never have laid eyes upon the Bloody Rose let alone sailed aboard her. Yet, in some bizarre twist of surreal reasoning, those very circumstances that allowed the past three months to unfold as they had, were the very same forces now pressing him to leave. He had made remarkable friends, found an improbable love, fought, killed, saved lives, wept and laughed all over a half-a-mile in the sky for three remarkable months. He knew what it was he had been missing his entire life. “But I…

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