Just so you know, publishers LOVE it when pre-sales of books go well. And happy publishers usually leads to happy authors, so if you were thinking Pickles might make an awesome gift OR you just wanted to be the first to get your hot little paws on a copy, this is your chance!
Since tonight the BBC is airing ‘His Last Vow’ in the Sherlock series, it seemed appropriate to remind you that if you LOVE Baker Street, you will surely LOVE Portia Adams, the newest consulting detective to hail from that vaunted office.
We’re almost at the quarter mark for pre-orders, so get in there and order your very own copy of Jewel of the Thames – the first book in The Portia Adams Adventures.
As part of the IndieGogo Campaign to pre-order Jewel of the Thames, I have some videos to record. I’m working on the intro one now, but I need to record a reading of a scene from the book today as well. I’m thinking 3-5 minutes tops for these videos – right guys? Just enough to give potential audience members a taste, but leave them wanting more….
My lovely editors have asked me to start writing my back cover copy (well, actually, they asked if I had already written it ; ) so I’m starting to think about my own process as a reader, and what kind of back cover copy makes me take a book home.
Firstly, I think I need that top line that captures the eye. Do any of these do that for you guys (these are in no particular order) ?
What would you do if you inherited 221 Baker Street?
What if you were the granddaughter of Dr. John Watson?
How did an orphan from Toronto come to own 221 Baker St?
There’s a new consulting detective at 221 Baker St.
There’s a new Watson at Baker Street
Secondly, I need some text that teases the story without giving away too much of the story, so I was thinking this scene when Portia first arrives at Baker Street. Let me know if you think it’s too much given away or too long:
At some point Brian said from over my shoulder, “I thought it best to bring these back out of storage. You should be the one to decide where they go.”
“I should?” I answered, my eyes still locked on the precious tomes, though I could feel how close Brian was, and my stomach fluttered at it.
“Why, yes,” he said. “They passed to you the same as this house. And not a few of them were in fact written by your grandfather himself.”
I finally tore my gaze from the spines of the books. “My grandfather? These are his books?”
Nodding, he selected a brown journal from the bookshelf and handed it to me. “See?”
I read the cover page — “The Adventures of Mr. Sherlock Holmes – June-August 1852” — and my eyes travelled down to the author’s signature: “As faithfully recorded by Dr. John H. Watson.”
“Dr. John Watson,” I murmured, connecting the dots with a certainty that at once elated and shocked me.
“Your grandfather,” corrected Brian with another friendly smile.
BTW; here are some links I found in my research that might be of interest:
My heart was in my throat, but I handed my package containing the first edited chapter of Book 1 to the kind lady at the Canada Post office today. It cost $2.10 to send it to the first publishing house. I can’t believe it was that cheap, but I seriously fought hand-delivering it myself because I thought it might seem desperate/creepy/annoying.
Now I wait.
Oh, and do this 10 more times for another 10 publishers.