Want to be part of launching the next new Young Adult Paranormal Thriller series by an award-winning author? Get in on the ground floor and pre-order Ghost Hand on my Kickstarter Project. With only four days left, I have already reached my $2500 goal and I am now working toward a stretch goal to fund travel to the location of Ghost Hand book 2, exotic Indianapolis, Indiana.
WHAT ARE PEOPLE SAYING ABOUT GHOST HAND?
"As an adult reading GHOST HAND, I was struck by how much I wanted to be Olivia Black. Ripley Patton's passion for teens and skill at writing is revealed in Olivia's sassy, smart personality." - Angel McCoy, Editor of Wily Writers Audible Fiction and horror writer extraordinaire.
"In Ghost Hand the characters talk like real teens, mainly because I made mom take out words like 'goomba', 'buzz off' and 'scared the tar out of me.' So, yeah, she owes me one." - Valerie Patton, fourteen-year-old daughter of Ripley Patton
"I keep telling her it needs more swearing. And more guns." - Soren Patton, sixteen-year-old son of Ripley Patton
"She's done with that thing? Does this mean I get her lap back?" - Jet, the Patton family cat.
"Ripley Patton knows how to deliver a coming-of-age story packed with realistic, rounded characters." - Edwina Harvey, Editor of Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, Freelance editor, and author of the YA science fiction novel, The Whale's Tale.
WHAT IS GHOST HAND ABOUT?
There are secrets we keep hidden deep inside of us. Secrets of abuse and abandonment and self-harm. No one can see them. No one can find them. No one can touch us there.
Olivia Black just discovered that her ghost hand, a genetic defect, can do more than light up a room. It can reach into people and pull things out. Things from the darkest depths of the human psyche never meant to exist in this world.
Olivia can pickpocket the soul.
But she can't control her ability, or the strange items it extracts, and the only thing between Olivia and the men bent on taking the power of her hand is a boy she barely knows and doesn't trust.
Ghost Hand will have a release date of November 2012, just in time for the Christmas season. You can listen to the first chapter of Ghost Hand on StarShipSofa, read by Ripley herself. Then go check it out on Kickstarter and pre-order your copy by backing the project today.
As an indie or self-pubbed author, you have to promote yourself. You don't have a publisher, or an editor, or a marketing team working for you. You will be the only one putting yourself forward to the world. And that takes guts.
Now, if you are like me and most of the writers I know, you are an introvert. You don’t like to go to parties or talk to strangers, let alone promote yourself loudly and on a regular basis. You just want to go hide inside your stories. Sadly, I read an article recently that proposed that introverts shouldn't even bother being indie writers, because we will inevitably fail without all those extrovert traits.
But I don't believe this is true. I believe that even an introvert can learn the skills needed to promote their writing without forsaking their personality, especially with the handy new tool we have at our disposal known as the internet (also known as "the introvert's best friend"). The reason I believe this is because I have done it. But it isn't easy and it takes a bit of practice and conditioning.
When someone joins the military, they condition them at boot camp, breaking them down and building them back up over a concentrated time-period for their new role and environment. Well, I think I recently found the indie equivalent of boot camp- something called Kickstarter.
Kickstarter is the world's most popular crowdfunding site. It is a way to raise funds for creative projects. For example, I am currently running a Kickstarter to help publish my YA paranormal thriller, Ghost Hand.
To read more about the parallels between boot camp and the Kickstarter experience read the rest of this post on my website HERE.
It is Monday again and that means I'm feeling annoyed. Add to that the fact that I have a mild migraine, and what would be better than a little blogging vent-fest?
Today I am going to rant about writers organizations and associations, and I feel that I am particularly qualified to do this because I have founded one myself
Along with founding, developing, and serving as President of SpecFicNZ, the national association for writers of speculative fiction in and from New Zealand, for the last three years, I am also a member of numerous writer forums, associations and organizations.
And what I have found disappointing in most of my experiences with writers associations and groups is that once you pay your membership fee and get your welcome e-mail (and maybe a membership pin in the mail) you are pretty much done getting anything from that org.
Visit my website HERE to view the rest of my rant.
Here's a little excerpt to get you moving in that direction:)
I often wish that I was interesting, but the truth is I am not. Because of this, I try very hard to surround myself with interesting people to ensure I have something to write about. One of the most interesting people in my life is my husband. He is a Native American adopted and raised by a Scottish American family. He is a long-haired, metal head that plays the electric bass and lives on the wild side. He has come back from the dead twice. And he is a therapist who has worked with the seriously mentally ill for sixteen years. His life makes my life look like paint drying. He is also my muse and inspiration.
Watching my husband work with his clients led me to the core idea of Ghost Hand, the essence of its paranormal plot. It caused me to ask the question, "What if you could reach into someone and pull out their biggest emotional hang-up?" What if grief, or hurt, or fear was as solid and real on the outside of someone as it is on the inside? What would it look like? What power would it hold in the material world? What would happen to the person who had lost it? And what would happen to the person who had taken it from them?
Today, as I was walking to the grocery store, I noticed a hospital bracelet much like the one in the picture above tossed onto the sidewalk.
I sidestepped it and kept going, but I couldn't stop the flood of questions that bracelet evoked. "Whose bracelet was it? Why had they been in the hospital? Why had they yanked it off and tossed it outside of a grocery store?" I found myself in the store, but I wasn't shopping for food anymore. I was shopping for story. I was looking for the meaning of that bracelet, and I wanted to go back outside, and pluck it up, and read the name on it.
And then suddenly I had a small epiphany (or as my husband calls it, "a bit of crazy").
I knew that If I did go out and find that bracelet again, the name on it would undoubtedly be Olivia Black.
For more of this post, go to my website HERE.