I’m doing better this week, so I’ve been playing around more with doing ad campaigns for Revenants. Last week I ran a campaign through Facebook that didn’t work out so well. Apparently I needed to enter more interests for it to be focused, but on the ads app they have a very limited number of interests from you to choose from and they don’t give you the option to enter more of your own creation. Also, my ad picture supposedly had too much text in it. All it had was the title of the book and my name. Nothing else. So after a couple of days of the ad not performing well (probably because it was only showing it to friends and family) I got a message saying that I should come up with a new design. Mind you, I’ve seen other ads for books with WAY more text than the image I submitted. And if that was going to be an issue, why not warn me from the get go? Why tell me three days later?
I would like to try Amazon ads since I feel that I might have more success since they are the number one retailer for books. But Amazon requires a minimum budget of $100 AND you have to pay up front – which is something that just isn’t an option right now. Goodreads also has an ad service available to authors, but they also require payment upfront. While they recommend a minimum budget of at least $50, they don’t actually have a limit. I was able to set one up for $25, though I have yet to pay for it at the moment.
Reedsy just put up a list of promotion sites that are available to indie authors – but it seems like most of them are geared towards books that are discounted are free. Since Revenants just came out, discounting it really isn’t an option at this time. Nor is marking it free. That may be an option when Elusion and the omnibus come out next year though. We’ll see.
In writing news, I worked on the pen name project a bit more. It looks like this half of the project is going to be a bit longer than the first one… which I had a feeling might happen if I split it where I did. However, that was the only logical place to split it. When I’m not working on that, I’ve been jotting down some scenes for fanfics that have been plaguing me for years. I am not planning on pursuing them, I just want them out of my head so I have more room and time to work on other things.
And on the mouse front… we caught one. I still think there might be others hiding somewhere, but at least the one that I had the stare down with a couple of weeks ago is out of the house. If there are any others about, at least they are better about hiding their presence.
And now, for WIPpet Wednesday!
WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly blog hop where we share snippets of whatever projects we might be working on. The only rule is that the snippet has to some how relate to the date (for example since today is September 13th, you could share 13 words from page 9). Since I cannot share anything else from Revenants or Elusion for fear of spoiling things, I’ve been sharing bits from some of my fanfic projects.
Today I’m going to finish up that scene I started last week that featured Cressida and Percival Graves from my Fantastic Beasts fanfic – The Broken Man. It’s the 13th of September, so here are 5 paragraphs (1+3=4-9=5)
Cressida knew she should wait and approach Graves when he didn’t have company, but her subconscious mind had other ideas. Before she was entirely aware of what she was doing, she had slipped off her stool and through the front door of the automat. She stood on the corner as she pulled on her gloves, her eyes skimming the heads of the crowd for the auror’s dark head of hair.
She caught sight of his familiar cloak across the street, and bolted over the crosswalk as soon as it was safe to do so. Once she was in front of the Woolworth building, her desperation fled her. What if he didn’t want her here? What if he had decided to pursue her neighbor instead? But she couldn’t give up now. Not after coming all this way and spending all this time looking for him.
She vaguely remembered the two of them turning West towards Broadway, so she headed in that direction. She streatched her awareness ahead of her, skimming over the minds around her as she searched for the tight walls of Grave’s mind. It was hard to stay focused though; she felt like a fish swimming up stream as she wove through the pedestrian traffic on the packed sidewalk. The blare of taxi horns certainly didn’t help matters either.
She closed her eyes for a moment in a desperate attempt to block everything out. Just a brief moment was all she needed. However, the peopled around her weren’t so patient, and she was almost knocked down by the hustle and bustle. She reached out to steady herself, expecting her hand to meet the cold metal of a light pole. Instead it was greeted by fine wool, the muscle of the arm underneath tensing at the contact.
“Cressida?” A familiar voice asked, and she gasped in surprise as her eyes met Graves’s.
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