#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 32

 

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Have you ever had one of those weeks when you have been so busy you haven’t had time to think?

Has your to-do pile grown so big you’re having nightmares about dealing with any of it?

At the end of every day do you wonder why you don’t seem to have achieved anything, despite being on the go all day?

Well, this week was the closest I have ever been to hell without getting burned. The stress levels in the family were at crisis level for a while and none of us coped with it very well.

The WIP (PayBack) is finally finished (I think) and I have just uploaded it to KDP as a draft, so I can have one final read through on Kindle. This is such a brilliant idea! It’s like reading someone else’s book!

Which is handy, because I was getting really fed up with constantly reading my printed copy. On Kindle, I should be able to spot anything that might have slipped through the net.

Time to start preparing the launch. I have been organising like crazy in my head and have a pile of notes on the subject, but now I must make all the right decisions, as PayBack might just be my last book and I want to do it proud, so to speak. Stopping writing doesn’t bear thinking about really, but I found this one so hard to write. I never thought I would ever stop, but the jury is out now, so who knows what will happen once the dust has settled.

First, I must get past the second of my cataract removals next week, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to see properly again. The last few weeks have been a nightmare, what with the good eye fighting the bad one all the time. Everything I have been doing lately has been managed just a few inches from the PC screen. (I have been Mr Magoo for long enough) All of this was giving me serious headaches and my neck and back muscles are never going to forgive me.

The housework (what housework?)  has suffered and the garden is a mess, and to be honest, the mountain of outstanding jobs is beginning to look impossible to climb, but who knows, we must be in the running for at least one miracle.

Pity we don’t get to choose which one!

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Who’s Fallen…

 

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Who’s Fallen

What if it was Lucifer that held the throne in Heaven?

While God fell.

Is that why so many prayers go unanswered?

He cannot hear with the flames of Hell in His ears

The mocking laughter that follows Him

as He tries to regain his golden throne

Like the man in the iron mask,

He may never rule in Heaven again

That imposter ruled France for thirty-two years

Lucifer has held on for much longer.

I find that many things work better in reverse

Lucifer cares not for whispered prayers in the dark

Nor candle lit churches

He laughs at our foolish clasped hands…

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#Wordle 409 #Poetry

 

 

Many of us live in self-made cages

Somewhere across the border of my mind

I find no sleep. My cells are dying.

Try as I might, I cannot deny

The ravings of my mind.

I trip, hit the floor

The stench of evil assaults my senses

Why do I find myself lying

in blood soaked mud beneath the cross?

I watch as his side is pierced

I hear thunder, the voice of an angry God

Lightning, breaking the dark patch of ground

I am quivering on

My clothes soaked, stuck to my body

I wonder, how many bars of soap will I go through

Before I am washed clean?

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#Small Bites… Clock

Small Bites

 

Clock

They say that not all souls want to move on

some cling to objects they loved

I have my mother’s grandfather’s clock in my hall

I swear to you, at twelve o clock it strikes thirteen

Is she there with her beloved clock?

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Broken Glass… #Poetry

 

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Broken Glass

Each step I take I am sinking deeper

as if walking on hollow ground.

Life is a cracked mirror

splintered images of self

looking back at me

each with a different expression.

I have lost myself in a

kaleidoscope of broken glass.

Which piece holds the real image of me?

Are we truly at the mercy of fate?

Do new winds change the things we look at?

I pray my eyes see the truth

before I am dragged into the mire…

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Shoes… #FlashFiction

 

 

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Shoes

My son decided he would take me out for the day

He wouldn’t tell me where.

We drove for a while and soon enough

I could smell the sea.

After lunch, we took a stroll down the local high street

Dragging me into a toyshop, crammed to the rafters and I worried I might be buried alive. I found a gold and blue trinket box.

The young man serving said it was a wishing box.

“Write your wish on a bay leaf”, he said. “And place it in the box.”

I had no desire to engage, so I paid with a smile.

Back home, I decided to give it a go. What did I have to lose?

Keep it small, I thought. I had seen a pair of suede shoes, over my price range and was hoping they would come down in price with the help of the wish.

I have my shoes now. The next day I almost broke my ankle when the heel snapped. I wondered, nursing my ankle, was it the wish or the box?

Where did the misfortune come from?

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The Days are Far Too Short…

 

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Writers the world over must be grateful that someone invented Indie Publishing, but I wonder why they didn’t invent a better way of marketing the books we create while they were at it?

By better, I mean a way we can understand and implement, a system that actually works?

Now, I know I have a problem with technology, but I have tried my best to make head or tail out of it, and, overall, I have managed to understand and even utilise some of it.

Most writers are not wired to master marketing.  We want to write, not blow our own trumpets. The mere thought of being more visible than we have ever been in our lives is enough to chill our blood. We understand that we must make meaningful connections on social media, have book trailers on YouTube, for marketing is all about knowing, liking and trusting, but we also know there is so much more to it.

The experts say it is okay to begin with baby steps, sharing everything we do, but where do we go from there?

Do we…

Make a plan for our marketing activity?

Get excited about our progress and share the excitement?

Keep pushing the boundaries of our comfort zone?

Learn new techniques?

Try paid advertising, even though it is an expensive nightmare?

Keep changing all of our keywords, hoping to hit on some that work?

Need a newsletter, podcast, more trailers, FB ads?

Have we checked we are doing all we can on all the media sites?

I have tried most of these, but there are simply not enough hours in the day for everything!

There is no easy way we can implement everything we learn.

There is also the writing to consider, as this is the most important part of your marketing campaign.

Somehow, writers must learn to manipulate time, prioritise until our brains bleed, and hope we stumble upon the magic formulae…

(unless someone out there has already discovered it, and if you have, please let us in on the secret!)