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New promotional sites and new ways to promote our indie books are popping up all the time. Some are money sucks and some are sensational.
I am superstitious. I can’t help it. I don’t know where it comes from. I don’t sit on a bed after it is made to perfection and I have heart failure if any visitor to my home does. Pull the covers down first if you need to nap. That’s fine. Okay. So now I’m a writer. I need good luck along with craft and a few good author pals. I have a keeper who likes to nap. And I have cats for the first time in my life. Cats are no respecters of superstition. I don’t make the bed up any more. There is good luck, bad luck and no luck. Not making up my bed guarantees NO LUCK. I’m good with it. The cats are good with it and my keeper is good with it–or maybe not, but I didn’t ask his opinion.Read the rest of this entry »