It does not matter if a writer's work is delicate or deep or inventive or learned or crass. With thousands of books published each week, authors are begging for a signing in a prestigious store, no less a radio interview or a feature newspaper article.
Blog tours are all the rage right now for indie and traditionally-published authors. My advice: think it through, and then talk to other people who've done them, and think it through again.
It's a common occurrence: We love an author, we've read all her books, we can't wait to hear her read at a local book store. And when we go, the readi...
What do I take home from my week in the UK, talking about something as simple and valuable as the new science of female arousal and orgasm? It seems that female sexuality is still such a difficult and contested issue even to think about in mainstream media spaces.
At first, when you're on tour, it's surprising, then tiring -- but eventually it's funny, and sometimes even offers you material for your next book. All the comments on this list have been offered to me or author friends of mine.
When you're a brand-new author with a book just out, you tend to be pathologically focused -- on reviews, media and interviews and why you're not getting more reviews, media and interviews. I was in exactly this place when I showed up to read.
On the face of the matter, my decision to barnstorm the independent bookstores of America from border to border and coast to coast when I was supposed to be resting up from debilitating radiation treatments doesn't make a particle of sense.
Authors often feel like DHL parcels on a book tour, delivered from one venue to another. Small things can feel like big problems. So how do you maintain control?
I'm reading from my memoir My Germany in German and English, and the tour is going well, with enthusiastic audiences. But there's also an inner tour I'm on, one that has five stages I am very familiar with. I think other authors will recognize them.
Television. It's the greatest invention ever. Who needs Omega fats and deep breathing and flowing linen when you can wear the leggings & ripped t-shirt you slept in while gnawing on fancy beef jerky?
Not even tea party favorite Christine OāDonnell could draw a large crowd for her book signing Wednesday in staunchly Republican Naples during August...
There's a special treat for me as a reviewer when an author contacts me via Facebook, email -- or in the old days by mail -- to thank me. I don't expect it, and don't write for an author's approval, both of which make it more fun.
As I prepare to embark upon that perilous -- and perilously rare -- adventure called the "book tour," I think it behooves us both to be reminded of our obligation to one another. Herewith, I propose these simple rules for governing our behavior.
I have no quibble with the industry's reasons. But I know me. I didn't write a book to promote it, and I didn't dream of making a lot of money from it.
Any author whose publisher sends him or her on a book tour these days is lucky, seriously lucky. And you pay for that luck with sleep deprivation, airport security lines, and often a reading with only one person in attendance who is usually homeless or mentally ill.
At one reading on my first book tour, someone aggressively asked me, "What does your book have to say to women?" I was so surprised, my reply was a feeble joke: "It says 'Buy me!'"
The authors you see in the newspaper everyday who garner critical acclaim and you feel have changed your life... most of them are not wealthy snobs, and they need encouragement to keep going. They are modest and overwhelmed.
When it comes to promotion, it's not enough to have crafted a great book. You need to figure out what your target audiences might be, where to find them, and how to reach them.
After publishing my first book, I packed my bags, used up all of my husband's Marriott points, and hit the road -- only to experience what many authors had experienced before me.
When she wasn't giggling, she talked in a rapid-fire, sing-song register. And her voice -- her voice carried a slight raspy edge. We constantly whispered in each other's ears and wrote notes to each other in the middle of class.