Rack cards. First, I had to figure out what the hell a ‘rack card’ was. And, design templates. Ufa. Rack cards look way cooler than bookmarks. I think?…
GEORGIA PINE. Early Winter?!!? best get to it.
Walking into my local bookstore with a stack of my books, was another scary, gratifying, humbling, indie author adventure. On a good day, I’m in sweats, zero makeup, typing away. When I started writing The Vast Landscape, I never expected the amazing, overwhelming, heartwarming, visceral response to Harrison, and her story. The book, my book sits on a bookshelf next to John Green, Donna Tartt, and yes, E.L. James, in excellent company. So, while I hate to dress, apply lips, concealer and blush, go out into the real world with my cardboard box of dreams, I do. In spite of the million and one reasons not to, insecurities, horrible PR & Marketing skills, hand tremors and anxiety. I do it because no one else can & my bestie tells me I have to. Big dreams start small, one by one by one. I am Indie proud.
Support your local bookstore because, they’re smart.
BOOK SIGNING to follow… in Sept. O’yeah
I love GEORGIA PINE. I can’t wait to see how her story unravels. I love everything about her, crimson waves of strength, the direct extension of Harrison. Maybe, I did not want the The Vast Landscape to end, lost without my friend, daily companion, experience the death of someone too close. I needed a pause to reflect, the beautiful chaos that is Harrison. Families are strange, captivating complexities. I find human behavior both horrifying and fascinating. So there is room, more life experience to tell. We’re not finished yet, Harrison and I. Today, I wrote one sentence to Georgia Pine. One really good, authentic, brave sentence. Yesterday, I banged out three Chapters. They weren’t exactly ‘banged out.’ They’d been ruminating in mind for weeks, as I went about my very mundane, regimented day, the characters entertained me. I wait, not rushing my process, (ha, couldn’t if I tried) The stories as real to me as oxygen. I know I need it, to exist, to go on, to feel anchored while my brain travels in too many opposing directions. Life propels forward, shit happens out of my control. Georgia Pine. is carefully constructed, calculated fantasy sitting in truth. A fellow writer once said, “write the truth your reader can always tell.” 41,700 words of candor means the story isn’t finished yet, my story isn’t done. There is more honesty and no bullshit to be told.
A handwritten congratulatory ‘novel‘ letter by a 95 year young woman who knew my grandmother arrived by post.
“You look just like your grandmother May.”
“I intend to buy the book & read it.”
And that, lovely person means everything.
To touch one by one by one, is enough.
The Vast Landscape has deep roots, soul and heart.
Harrison’s experience of her new milieu is full of sensory observation. An early chapter refers to the city in tantalizing terms: “New York tasted better than chocolate, was wilder than anything Harrison had imagined, and smelled like opportunity. The streets vibrated under her boots.” -Carrie Chantler
http://www.amazon.com/THE-VAST-LANDSCAPE-Jacqueline-Cioffa-ebook/dp/B00H3P51LS
Gone viral is very different from gone fishin’
And then THIS happened. Y’all made it happen. XXOOXX
A shout out to maestro Tim Quinn for helping The Vast Landscape hit the Best Seller list first time around! And the tremendous support.
Amazon Best Seller in Contemporary Urban Fiction
BAM
http://www.amazon.com/THE-VAST-LANDSCAPE-Jacqueline-Cioffa-ebook/dp/B00H3P51LS