Most of you are far too young to remember the film South Pacific. It was a lifetime ago and probably the first film I ever saw on the big screen with my mum. It featured a song called “Cock Eyed Optimist” which popped into my head today when I read my book sales report on Amazon.
I’ve sold 30 Copies of “Princess Tess and Her Mess” and that makes me so excited! It means the story I wrote, and the beautiful front cover illustrated by my daughter, is sitting on someone’s coffee table or bookshelf. Even better, the story has reached thirty children. I’ve had great reviews from adults too.
All of these things make me extremely happy. I don’t write to make money, it helps, but it’s not what motivates me.
I hope it made thirty children and adults smile. I want everyone to love Princess Tess. I think she has more adventures to share.
If you want to make me ecstatic (and it doesn’t take much), click on the link below and help me double those sales…
No! I’ll never be a best selling author. Would I like to be? Yes, but I write for pleasure, its my hobby.
I’ve written for therapy since I was a teenager, and it works, I’m still sane. I self publish and promote my books as best as I can, but my sales never amount to enough to make a profit. If I make enough money to break even with the editing/book lay out fees, I’m happy.
Princess Tess and Her mess has been one of my favorite books to write. It didn’t wrestle with any inner daemons, it was just a book about a funny, curious pup. I’m working on a sequel. Will I finish it? Who knows?
I’m retired now and living in Italy, life is more relaxing, but I have a lot of exploring to do before I get too old. I also have a pretty busy social life for an old girl. Hopefully in between all of that I can find time to write.
If you have a couple of spare dollars, invest in my book, make me feel famous. It’s a fun story you can read to your children and grandkids, or if you’re an animal lover, read it yourself.
You can click on the link below, or on the book cover at the side of my blog.
My daughter, who is a very talented artist, created this watercolor for my book cover! Isn’t it lovely! Princess Tess and her Mess was was so much fun to write. I can’t wait to publish it. Then comes the marketing, which is always where I fail. I’m just no good at promoting myself and not rich enough to have someone do it for me.
I’ll never be famous, but at least I’m doing what makes me happy.
And here I am, settled in my forever home. It looks like a fairy tale village doesn’t it. Yes I’m retired, and although it’s taken me a while, I’m settled. Changing a routine of a lifetime doesn’t happen overnight, but I’m getting there. Time to write! “Princess Tess and her Mess” is almost ready to publish. The book cover is getting its final tweak. Can’t wait to see what everyone thinks. Supernatural/Ghost Stories and Children’s books are very different, but variety keeps me youthful (I hope). In the meantime I’m going to combine my travel blog https://travelwithsandra.wordpress.com/ with this blog and re-name it. Not quite sure of the name yet, but I’ll let you know when I’ve decided. This is an exciting venture for me. I get to write about the things I love to do in one place.
Princess Tess is Two. She had a a party. I couldn’t be there, but I’m sure she had fun. Cute little thing isn’t she! My second Princess Tess children’s book is in the works. There are tales of her morning exercises, her adventures in the snow, as well as many other tidbits about Tess. Writing about animals is a blast. Lifts my spirits in these weird and wonderful times.
My first book “Princess Tess and her Mess” is being illustrated and will be released soon. I hope it brings fun to its young readers, and one or two older ones. Let’s face it, we all love reading about the goofy things animals do.
I hope you’re all staying safe and well and whether you have two legs or four, take care.
Yesterday I got my manuscript back from my editor. She has completed the first set of edits. For some reason I love reading through the stories again in edit mode. Not sure why. It gives me more pleasure with red lines and dots that it ever did when I read it prior to sending to her. Maybe I’m reading the story in a different way. Maybe subconsciously I’m happy it’s on its way to being finished. Or maybe I’m just a freak, yes, I think thats more likely. This book has been fun to write. I enjoy writing short stories, and this was surprisingly easy to pour from my brain onto the keyboard. Tess is a real living dog. She’s cute and funny, which coming from a “cat person” is a huge compliment. I hope to follow this first book with two more, and then what? Do I return to fantasy/thrillers? Or do I write another children’s series? It remains to be seen!
My first children’s book is finished. I didn’t think about it much, just wrote. Finally finished it and re-read it, then I edited it and re-read it again…you see a pattern here? Finally I decided to jump in with both feet and send it to my editor. She responded immediately with “What age group is this for?” “What?” I’d never given it a thought. I just wrote. What was I thinking writing a children’s book? What do I know about children’s books. I was hit with about twenty minutes of nail biting anxiety. Then I took a deep breath and asked myself some questions. 1. Did I enjoy writing the book? – YES 2. Am I expecting to sell a million copies? – NO 3. Why did I write the book? – Because I had a story in my head that needed to get out If nothing else, in years to come when I’m dead and gone, my daughter will be able to tell people I wrote a book about her cute little dog. Writing is an addiction, but not a bad one.
I started writing when I was in my early teens. It helped me get through some very tough times. My early childhood was terrifying, but thats a story for another day.
I was born with at turn in my eye, I didn’t even realize I had it when I was a young child, but as I got older, it began to ruin my life. Back in the sixties there was a TV series called Daktari, which was about a vet in Africa. One of the animals in the series was a lion called Clarence It was crosseyed. As an eleven year old girl I remember the boys in my village chanting “Daktari” every time I walked by. They never used my real name when they talked to me, but called me Clarence like the lion. It broke my heart. Luckily for me, during a routine visit to the doctor, he noticed the turn in my eye. “Wouldn’t you like to get that fixed?” he asked. “Yes please!” I had the operation just before I started High School. Of course some of those kids still called me Clarence, but it didn’t really matter anymore because the offending eye had been straightened. My eye was red and scarred for a couple of months. The scars on the inside were there for a lot longer. Life never lived up to my expectations back then and I rebelled against everything. I was obviously a troubled teenager, but back in the sixties in rural northern England, you just had to grin and bear it. Thats when I started to write. I wrote a different life for myself. I don’t have any of those stories now, but remember them well. They weren’t all about love and happiness, but they were about me, and I was strong. Writing is my therapy. I’ve written a couple of books I’m fairly proud of, with three more in the works. I’m an old girl now so I hope I live long enough to finish them all.