Review from A Woman’s Wisdom: ‘Shorties: She Tumbled Down by Lorraine Devon Wilke’

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With so much recent attention focused on my just-released novel, Hysterical Love, it was lovely to read a concise, thoughtful review of my short story, “She Tumbled Down,” from UK book blogging site, A Woman’s Wisdom.

This site is aptly described as: “The Book Blog For Lovers Of The Written Word…A place to discover fabulous storytellers plus book reviews, author interviews, articles and humour.” It is written and curated by a funny, passionate, and—yes—wise woman named Ali (or “Bodicia” for those on Twitter), who says of herself:, “I am a mother, a grandmother and a woman with years of life experience. On my blog you will find reviews of books which have been a pleasure to read as well as author interviews, guest blogs, and articles.”

Ali accepts no money for reviews and maintains a very constructive, considerate philosophy about the process:

“I only review books which I would give a four or five star review to as I don’t feel it is necessary to slate a book so if it is on my blog then I genuinely found it a pleasure to read.

“I have a particular interest in Indie authors and giving attention to those books which deserve to be seen by more people. I have always had a love of books and appreciate how hard it is to get your book seen and ‘out there’. I decided I would use my blog to review books in my free time and I have discovered some fabulous authors whose work really does deserve more recognition in my opinion.”

I am always delighted by and appreciative of writers whose respect for authors and their work inspires a philosophy such as hers! Thank you, Ali, for your sharp, succinct review of my story. You cut to the core of it: 

Shorties: She Tumbled Down by Lorraine Devon Wilke.

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The New Novel Is Here! HYSTERICAL LOVE Hits The Book Shelves

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Like a gestating, beloved baby, Hysterical Love has been nurtured, polished, fed well, spit-shined, and lovingly led to glorious life in the last many months, coming to full creative fruition, and finally, right on time, stepping onto the stage:

HYSTERICAL LOVE now available for purchase!  

For those who’ve asked, it is, in some ways, a bookend to my debut novel, After The Sucker Punch. Though very different stories told from very different points of view, both books involve adult children reading the written words of a father and being propelled onto a journey of a personal and/or transformative nature as a result. In the case of Hysterical Love, the story is told from the first-person perspective of Dan McDowell, a man knee-deep in a burgeoning existential crises:

Dan McDowell, a thirty-three-year-old portrait photographer happily set to marry his beloved Jane, is stunned when a slip of the tongue about an “ex-girlfriend overlap” of years earlier throws their pending marriage into doubt and him onto the street. Or at least into the second bedroom of their next-door neighbor, Bob, where Dan is sure it won’t be long. It’s long.

His sister, Lucy, further confuses matters with her “soul mate theory” and its suggestion that Jane might not be his… soul mate, that is. But the tipping point comes when his father is struck ill, sparking a chain of events in which Dan discovers a story written by this man he doesn’t readily understand, but who, it seems, has long harbored an unrequited love from decades earlier.

Incapable of fixing his own romantic dilemma, Dan becomes fixated on finding this woman of his father’s dreams and sets off for Oakland, California, on a mission fraught with detours and semi-hilarious peril. Along the way he meets the beautiful Fiona, herbalist and flower child, who assists in his quest while quietly and erotically shaking up his world. When, against all odds, he finds the elusive woman from the past, the ultimate discovery of how she truly fit into his father’s life leaves him staggered, as does the reality of what’s been stirred up with Fiona. But it’s when he returns home to yet another set of unexpected truths that he’s shaken to the core, ultimately forced to face who he is and just whom he might be able to love.

Hysterical Love infuses a deft mix of humor and drama into a whip-smart narrative told from the point of view of its male protagonist, exploring themes of family, commitment, balancing creativity, facing adulthood, and digging deep to understand the beating heart of true love.

I realize these are wild times in the book industry, traditional, independent and everything in between. Hundreds of thousands of titles are published each year and it’s a challenge for readers to know what to buy, what books will engage them, and which authors they want to explore and follow. As a reader myself, I know it’s hard to ferret through the tsunami of supply to find the work that resonates with you. Given that, I hope you will take a look at this new book of mine. I guarantee you will find something within it to engage you, make you laugh, pique a thought or two, and, hey, there’s much mention of ice cream and pie… that can only be good! 🙂 

Pick up a copy…and ENJOY! I’ll be most appreciative, I promise.    

Hysterical Love on Amazon
Hysterical Love on Smashwords

Photograph of Hysterical Love by Julie Schoerke @ JKSCommunications.

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From Shelf Pleasure: Hysterical Love — Books for a Road Trip and Beyond by Lorraine Devon Wilke

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Originally posted at Shelf Pleasure April 6, 2015: 

In my new novel, Hysterical Love, the protagonist, Dan, finds himself floundering after a series of major life events, and sets off a road trip in a quest for answers. Which left me thinking about what books are perfect for a road trip, yet fit specifically into the narrative of Hysterical Love? Certainly any road trip is ripe for good reading, but a major element of Dan’s character is that he’s the son of a retired American Literature teacher, one who endowed him with a love of words and books, and turned him into an avid reader of both classics and contemporary fiction. Compiling a Hysterical Love reading list becomes, then, a simple task of literary intuition….[continue reading]

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Click HERE to read full article at Shelf Pleasure.

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Sharing ‘Matters of the Mind’ with Dr. Peter Sacco and Todd Miller on ListenUP!TalkRadio

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There is a wide spectrum of events and circumstances that can contribute mightily to the joy of a writer’s life, but one of the nicest has to be the opportunity to talk about the work with smart, insightful people who are genuinely interested. I had occasion today to enjoy that experience when I was interviewed by Dr. Peter Sacco and ListenUp!TalkRadio President, Todd Miller, on their show, “Matters of the Mind.” 

These are two really great guys who approached the conversation with a holistic slant, interested in reaching below the surface to discuss the deeper threads that run throughout an artist’s experience and inspiration. Given my eclectic background, as well as the personal mission to explore the more humanistic, emotional aspects of life through my art, I appreciated the approach!

The interview will run tonight (March 25, 2015, at 8:00 EST) and will be podcast, as well, for future listening. The link with all the information is below. Please enjoy the listen and be sure to check out any of the books we discuss by going HERE!

“Tune in tonight at 8 pm (ET) for “Matters Of The Mind,” as Dr. Peter Sacco and Todd Miller have a great conversation with author, writer, actor and musician Lorraine Devon Wilke. Talk about a cultural gypsy!”

Thanks, gents; thoroughly enjoyed the conversation!

LINK: Announcement: Lorraine Devon Wilke, #author of “Hysterical Love” joins #MOTM at 8p tonight to discuss #writing, #music and MORE!

DIRECT LINK TO PODCAST: Vol 54 LORRAINE DEVON WILKE #Author Mar 25 2015

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Here’s To The Ladies of the Valencia Hills Book Club

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Being an author is a somewhat mysterious and solitary trade, regardless of how one ultimately publishes their books. When you’re self-published, however, there’s a whole other level of mystery that gets stirred into the mix, questions and opinions about why you published the way you did and what it all means in the big picture of how your value, your book’s value, is perceived.

Those outside the industry, however, the readers, generally keep their focus on the books: the stories, the covers, the draw of the narrative; the reviews, the word-of-mouth, etc. What they generally don’t think about? How or in what manner an author got their book published. Which is good. It shouldn’t matter. All anyone should give a hoot about is whether or not a book has been well-written, well-produced, grabs their interest, and, ultimately, delivers the goods.

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Still, stigmas persist, so when you do find reviews on Amazon from total strangers expressing delight with your work, when a heretofore unknown blogger announces your book is one of the best he’s read in 2014; when a publicist plucks your work out of the ethers to declare it a “top read of the year,” you are all the more touched. Because you take none of it for granted.

And when a venerable book club that’s been around for over fifteen years chooses your book to be their March read, gathering to enthusiastically discuss that book with wit and intelligence… well, for this self-pubbed author who’s been through every kind of artistic gauntlet over a long and largely independent career, Book cover cookie1that’s GOLDEN. And not to be taken for granted.

Frankly, I wasn’t sure what to expect when my college pal, Eileen Butler (part of the group), sent a note informing me of the March selection of AFTER THE SUCKER PUNCH by the Valencia Hills Book Club, extending an invitation to attend the “discussion” gathering at her home mid-month. I wondered if a tight-knit group of women from Valencia, CA, might find my somewhat rough-edged tale a bit off-putting and unrelatable. I wondered if they’d find me a bit off-putting and unrelatable (I am not getting out that much! 🙂 ); I wondered if… hell, I had absolutely NO idea what to expect, but either way, I was honored and certainly up for it. I ordered some of my Chicago cousin’s famous book cookies, printed up some “coming soon” cards for my next book, Hysterical Love, and circled the date.

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Eileen Butler (left) and the ladies of the Valencia Hills Book Club

And when I met the Ladies of the Valencia Hills Book Club—Linda Skvarna, Sandra D’souza Benjamin, Shelly Paolucci Coleman, Kimberly Briggs Reed, Patti Paglia, Alice Sain and Suzanne Rioux —I was more than delighted to make the acquaintance of a group of smart, funny, progressive, really interesting, and really interested women. To hear them discuss the book’s characters by name, debate covered issues of cults and religion, talk about the epilogue song, look to me for answers about my thinking on certain plot elements and story twists was like being surrounded by people talking about and discussing the finer points of my child…what “parent” wouldn’t love that?

I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know a bit about each of them: their fascinating stories and backgrounds, the kinds of books they’ve read over the years, and certainly about their late founder, a woman whom they speak of with deep respect. We shared good food (thank you, Eileen!), great conversation, and tremendous mutual interest.

I walked away from the evening imbued with a sense of having been honored. To have such an eclectic group of remarkable women give their reading time and attention to me and my book is no small thing. Certainly not something I take for granted. And regardless of how or in what manner I might choose to publish any of my books in years to come, I hope I always feel that way.

Thank you, Ladies of the Valencia Hills Book Club; you truly made my day!
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‘Share Stories About YOU’: Advice From a Twitter Follower

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Little LDW…waiting for the cows to come home.

Self-promotion. It’s a crazy thing, isn’t it? 

It doesn’t matter whether you’re on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram; it makes no difference if you’re famous, not famous, flinging commentary, sharing jokes; promoting books, movies, restaurants, mascara lines, or family pictures, everyone’s in on it. The rushing, churning, never-ending flow of information being pushed, shoved, bandied, and sometimes battered online. 

I regularly scroll through my Twitter feed and am amazed at the sheer volume of information rolling down the screen: this or that meant to snag my curiosity enough to make a click that leads to a link that, hopefully, compels a read, a retweet, or, most desirous, a purchase. It reminds me of those street bazaars where you wander through narrow aisles of merchandise as sellers wave items and hawk their wares in a rush of cacophony…or those scenes in movies where cars get stuck in traffic to be bombarded by rowdy street kids chattering over each other for a hand out. Frankly, it’s exhausting.

And I’m right in there with the best of ’em.

Yep, like every other self-whatever, I’m jostling along with the crowd, jumping up and down in earnest effort to grab attention for my work. Why? Well, first of all, because it’s worthy, and second of all…we have to. It’s what you gotta do to be viable in today’s world. It’s mandated by the “welcome to your self-career” handbook. 

But, despite business need and protocol, what you discover when you become part of that hand-waving, ware-hawking, book-bandying horde, is that you sometimes feel akin to a polyester-sweating used car salesman dangling bizarre freebies in hopes of closing a sale (“Buy today and we’ll throw in a toaster!!”). I know it’s part of the gig—dear God, I know it’s part of the gig—which is why I’m delighted to be working with a publicist in launching my upcoming novel, Hysterical Love. But beyond that thrilling collaboration, to the more day-to-day, “takin’-it-to-the-streets” stuff, damn if I don’t covet my own full-time carnival barker! 

Today was one of those days. So I posted this Tweet:

“Sincere question: what kind of tweets make you chk out a book? Cover? Blurb? Quote? I see so many & wonder what works. Feedback appreciated.”

And the first, almost immediate, response was:

“The WRITER! Share stories about YOU…”

Fascinating. I can’t say I’d have thought sharing stories about me was a particularly welcomed way to interest potential readers—what with our many unwelcomed narcissistic cultural trends—but I got the meaning. And it was appreciated.

Because, though I’m not shy, I do tend to steer away from anything that blares of self-trumpeting. I’d always rather talk about you than about me. And I’d certainly rather talk about the work than share personal anecdotes. When I spent my time years ago writing two-four articles a day for various publications, I figured people learned enough about me via my politics, my views, my philosophy; my take on things. Even now, I still write the selective essay that offers my perspective to anyone paying attention. But beyond what is gleaned from all that jabbering, I’m not much of a self-promoter. I’ve never taken or posted a “selfie” (and won’t); any travel pics I put up are usually bereft of images of me, and I’m not much compelled to participate in TBT. I will share special events or notable information related to my work, but, really… is there that much about ME that’s pertinent to selling my books?

Beyond my quick-commenting Tweeter, a business-savvy friend of mine says “yes.” She concurred that people want to get a sense not only of the book (movie, restaurant, mascara line) they might choose to enjoy, but of the person who created it. Which, okay, I’ll concede: considering how much I myself enjoy the interesting interview with people I find interesting, point taken.

So in a nod to my responding Tweeter, I offer this little anecdote…yes, about me! 

Though I was born in Chicago, I grew up in a tiny farm town in Illinois—Richmond (does every state have a town named Richmond?)—and when I was a little girl, my father threw out our TV and demanded we spend our free time reading books. He’d bring home boxes from the Chicago library and, despite my true annoyance at not being able to imbibe in Saturday morning cartoons and the like, getting those boxes was like a never-ending literary Christmas. It did, no doubt, have much to do with sparking my love affair with words and writing.

My favorite writer during that period? Laura Ingalls Wilder. Her books transported me to a time and place I could actually see, touch, and feel. As a young country girl surrounded by prairies myself, I became part of that big, frontier family she chronicled. It was a transformative experience. She later became an inspiration as both a tenacious female author, and one who didn’t have success until later in life, two things to which I  can relate!

And, this last fact might intrigue you: the same father who encouraged my passion for reading was also the one whose enigmatic journals incited the story behind AFTER THE SUCKER PUNCH… 

There. How’s that? A little something about me. I hope my Tweeting friend enjoys it! And maybe I’ll try it again some time… you never know, this could be fun! 🙂

[Btw, the photo at the top is a favorite of mine from our days in Richmond; one day—either before or after that shot was taken—a cow rambled by that same swing set without much notice of me and my siblings playing in our scruffy back yard! Gotta love the country!]  
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Sunday Book Highlight @ Layered Pages Book Blog

Stephanie Moore Hopkins of both indieBRAG (with its coveted B.R.A.G. Medallion) and her own fine book blog, Layered Pages, has done a “Sunday Highlight” of my upcoming novel, Hysterical Love. I’m delighted to have the book featured at her site and invite you to enjoy the piece:

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HYSTERICAL LOVE… a novel by Lorraine Devon Wilke

Dan McDowell, a thirty-three-year-old portrait photographer happily set to marry his beloved Jane, is stunned when a slip of the tongue about an “ex-girlfriend overlap” of years earlier throws their pending marriage into doubt and him onto the street. Or at least into the second bedroom of their next-door neighbor, Bob, where Dan is sure it won’t be long. It’s long.

His sister, Lucy, further confuses matters with her “soul mate theory” and its suggestion that Jane might not be his… soul mate, that is. But the tipping point comes when his father is struck ill, sparking a chain of events in which Dan discovers a story written by this man he doesn’t readily understand, but who, it seems, has long harbored an unrequited love from decades earlier.

Incapable of fixing his own romantic dilemma, Dan becomes fixated on finding this woman…

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How We Find Our Stories and What Sparked Mine: AFTER THE SUCKER PUNCH

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Do we write for ourselves or for our readers? Do we write what we think will sell, what might get us the most attention, or what we’re compelled to write? All fair questions, particularly given the challenges of marketing a book, specifically an indie book, in an ever-changing industry.

A colleague of mine, quite the brilliant writer, spoke with me recently on the topic, specifically about “fan fiction,” that ubiquitous genre that has unleashed vampires, zombies, paranormal lovers, and whip-yielding CEOs on an eager reading public. In his weariness at the uphill climb of promoting literary fiction (my genre, as well), my friend asked if I thought I could ever write a “genre” book, for no other reason than to tap into the trend and hopefully hit the mother lode. I thought about it. I mean, if you used a pseudonym, if you created an alter ego, why not?

Because I couldn’t do it. Not because I’m above such things, but because the Muse that compels me to write, to sit down at the computer and tap into something ephemeral and demanding and propulsive, has to be sparked by the Idea That Must Be Written. For me, that happens rarely and only with stories I’m moved by, stories I’d want to read myself, stories I feel contribute something of depth and value to the world. They don’t have to be dirges, certainly humor is a big part of my style, but they’ve got to tap into something meaningful. For me. Nothing against vampires—if I had a vampire story that tickled my brain to the point that I had to write it, I would—but I cannot imagine finding the mental, emotional, and creative energy to write a “trend-tap” story in hopes of going viral.

Could you? How do writers find their stories? What does move most authors to do the work, take the steps, dedicate the time to complete a novel? 

Fact is, I wasn’t sure I’d ever write a novel… of any kind! It seemed so large and looming, that process, particularly after years of writing screenplays with their 120-page formats and mandate to move the story along with just visuals and dialogue. That was certainly its own challenge and skill set, but it couldn’t approach the depth and breath of an 80K-100K+ word novel! And I never felt I had a story deep enough to compel the novel format… until After The Sucker Punch came to me.

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Some of you are familiar with the story: a thirty-six-year-old woman—ex-rocker, lapsed Catholic, defected Scientologist, and fourth in a family of eight complicated people—finds her father’s journals on the night of his funeral and discovers he thought she was a failure. The journal she reads is ten-years-old, there are others that may offer more contemporary, less denigrating, opinions, but the impact of knowing he’d ever dismissed and mischaracterized her struggles, her successes, her relentless quest to achieve her goals, is shattering… a “sucker punch.” As the title suggests, the story follows her journey as she goes from reeling at the information to attempting to make sense of it, getting beyond it to rebuild her sense of self, her view of her family and childhood, and certainly her understanding of her father.

It was a story sparked by a real incident: My own father wrote journals and, many years after his death, one was brought to my attention that was particularly focused on me in a somewhat, shall we say, critical way. I had my understandable reaction, but since I’d had a fairly distant relationship with my father throughout my adult life, his retrospective critique, while hurtful, was not, for me, particularly life shattering. It was only when I brought it up in a women’s group I was in at the time that I realized how painfully and provocatively the incident translated to others: The women in the group were collectively horrified; the variety and intensity of their responses was fascinating, most exclaiming that such an indictment from their own fathers, particularly posthumously, would have left them devastated. Suddenly this seemed like a story worthy of novel treatment! 

My enthusiasm stirred, I then took the prompt – “how would you feel if you found your father’s journal and he said you were a failure?” – to a number of others, both men and women, and accrued a panoply of replies on all sides of the spectrum. From there, so excited about the depth and variety of what I was hearing, I began to piece my story together, dug deeper to go beyond the “inciting incident” to explore issues that resonated with many of the people I spoke to: love, relationships, religion, careers, how we frame success, how we define ourselves, etc. 

At that point I had the arc, created a plot, fleshed out characters informed by my research, and became driven to write that narrative, with those characters, and the very specific ending they all led me to. It was an exciting, exhilarating, creative process…

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Lining up for a book signing.

… and the only way I can write a novel: relentlessly pushed by my Muse to tell that specific story. Literary fiction? Not genre? Won’t necessarily bring in the hordes,  go viral, inspire a rabid fan base? So be it. But I guarantee, whoever lines up to purchase my book, whoever clicks a buy button, whoever goes to a bookstore to find it on a shelf, will find a narrative told with passion, imbued with heart, and reflective of people and experiences that have moved me. And will, I hope, move them as well!

How do you find your stories, fellow writers?     

Reading Photographs by Tom Amandes

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Falling Into HYSTERICAL LOVE: the New Book Cover Makes Its Debut

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When you ponder the task of writing a novel, the idea alone seems to come with certain cultural longing, the sense that everyone with a love of words has had the urge to do the same. Write a novel, that is. Some talk about it, some have tried and failed, some have worked hard and succeeded; even the phrase, “the great American novel,” is an embedded part of our national lexicon. Writing a novel seems to be an almost mystical journey, a creative vision quest filled with trials and terrors, but still, and always, a goal of profound eminence.

And it is. It really is. It’s a singularly stellar experience, a creative process I seriously love, and one I’ve had the good fortune to experience twice (so far), first with my debut novel, After the Sucker Punch, and, most recently, with the completion of my latest, soon to be released, Hysterical Love, publication date, April 7, 2015. I’m excited to introduce the book with the colorful prelude above, the cover designed by Grace Amandes, who also created the evocative cover of After The Sucker Punch.

My publicist, Julie Schoerke of JKSCommunications enjoying an advanced read!
My publicist, Julie Schoerke of JKSCommunications, enjoying an    advanced read of Hysterical Love!

I’m sharing this with you now, so many months ahead of the pub date, because this go-around I’m working with a top-notch publicity company, JKSCommunications, whose team, led by the indefatigable Julie Schoerke, is currently rolling out a robust pre-launch campaign to get this new book properly and prominently introduced, launched, and promoted. As in indie writer, it’s exciting (even comforting) to have a team of highly skilled, warmly accessible, and incredibly enthusiastic professionals getting in the trenches with me, a place that tends to be lonely for those of us publishing on the path considered “non-traditional.” I’m delighted to have their collaboration and guidance, and certainly the shared intent to make Hysterical Love a smashing success in all the ways it can be.

Towards that end, the book is currently available as a preorder at both Amazon and Smashwords; you’re all invited to jump to the front of the line to sign up for your copy! 🙂

(And for those interested, the paperback will be set up for preorders soon…stay tuned.)

Now that you’ve met the cover, the publicity team, and the preorder links, let me tell you a bit about the story. It is, in some ways, a bookend to After The Sucker Punch: though very different stories told from very different points of view, both involve adult children reading the written words of a father and being propelled on a journey of a personal and/or transformative nature as a result. Here’s HL‘s synopsis:

Dan McDowell, a thirty-three-year-old portrait photographer happily set to marry his beloved Jane, is stunned when a slip of the tongue about an “ex-girlfriend overlap” of years earlier throws their pending marriage into doubt and him onto the street. Or at least into the second bedroom of their next-door neighbor, Bob, where Dan is sure it won’t be long.

It’s long.

His sister, Lucy, further confuses matters with her “soul mate theory” and its suggestion that Jane might not be his… soul mate, that is. But the tipping point comes when his father is struck ill, sparking a chain of events in which Dan discovers a story written by this man he doesn’t readily understand, but who, it seems, has long harbored an unrequited love from decades earlier.

Incapable of fixing his own romantic dilemma, Dan becomes fixated on finding this woman of his father’s dreams and sets off for Oakland, California, on a mission fraught with detours and semi-hilarious peril. Along the way he meets the beautiful Fiona, herbalist and flower child, who assists in his quest, while quietly and erotically shaking up his world. When, against all odds, he finds the elusive woman from the past, the ultimate discovery of how she truly fit into his father’s life leaves him staggered, as does the reality of what’s been stirred up with Fiona.

But it’s when he returns home to yet another set of unexpected truths that he’s shaken to the core, ultimately forced to face who he is and just whom he might be able to love.

Hysterical Love offers a deft mix of humor and drama in a whip-smart narrative told from the point of view of its male protagonist, exploring themes of family, commitment, balancing creativity, facing adulthood, and digging deep to understand the beating heart of true love.

More as we go…!

PREORDERS: Amazon & Smashwords

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Caught Between a Bookstore and an Amazon Place

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I had an interesting experience recently, one that emblemized the continuing turf-wars indie writers can get unwittingly caught up in amongst factions of the publishing world: those with whom we’ve attempted to engage with little or no success (traditional publishers); those we’re seeking to involve in our independent marketing efforts (bookstores), and those who actually give us the platform and opportunity to fulfill our goals as creative writers (Amazon, Smashwords, and others). That’s a big, unwieldy bunch and it turns out you don’t need to be a big player to get buffeted by the undertow. Here’s what happened:

A friend walked me into a sweet little bookstore in a sweet little town on the northern coast of California, and this very generous friend, always a big supporter of mine, spoke to the clerk behind the desk, extolling the virtues of my book, After The Sucker Punch, asking if there was a way that I could, as I have in other places, leave a couple of copies for sale in the store. Mind you, this bookstore is one that prides itself on its support of indie writers, so it wasn’t a stretch to presume they’d at least be open to the idea.

The pleasant young woman behind the desk took a copy of my very professionally produced book to the back office — “to check with the owner” — and, moments later, a fellow with fiery eyes (really) and an undeniably passive-aggressive edge to his demeanor (terse smile but poised for battle), approached with my book in hand, asked who the author was, and then proceeded to tell me he would NOT put my book on his shelves.

Why?

Because the physical copy, the actual paperback book, had been produced by CreateSpace, a subsidiary of Amazon, and he WOULD NOT sell the work of anyone affiliated with the place that’s “putting people out of business and destroying their livelihoods.” That’s a paraphrase but pretty close. To say I was taken aback by the vehemence of his rationale would be an understatement. I mean, little old me being partnered with the destroyer of lives, and here I was just trying to hawk my damn novel! I felt immediately defensive but tried to rein it in as best I could; attempted to reason with him (“I’m my own publisher…I’ve got it in other bookstores…it’s won awards”) but he was firmly pitched on his soap box.

Waving my book around like a wet rag, he went on to itemize his (many) complaints with Amazon in general, transitioned from there to detailing the formidable complexities he’d have to deal with regarding Amazon’s bookkeeping. When I suggested I could simply give him the books to sell and he would deal directly with me — leaving Evil Amazon out of it — he sputtered around with this or that, begrudgingly said I could maybe do a reading at some point “if you want to”; I responded that “why would I do a reading in a place that won’t sell my book?” We went round and round but ultimately it was clear this was a political issue, not a logistical one. 

What an odd and ironic happenstance!

After years of attempting to get a traditional publishing deal, ultimately opting to go indie, then working my ass off to write, create, and produce a good book, spend my time, energy, and considerable sums to promote and market that book, and, yes, do much of that with the help of a company that has given indie writers like myself the means to do for ourselves what others had been unwilling to do for and with us — well, to then have a bookstore owner reject that work out-of-hand because of my connection with said company??

As my mother used to say: you can’t win for losin’. 

Look, I get it: lots of businesses, jobs, careers, ways of life, etc., have been irrevocably altered, impacted, lost to the march of changing technology. Think of print shops that used to typeset our resumes, the typewriter industry as a whole, the greeting card business, companies that make stamps… hell, even the old horse n’ buggy trade! Things change, tastes change; the way we do business changes, and anyone who wants to survive has to change as well. It can be painful, people and professions can get lost along the way, but we are all obligated to learn, adapt, grow; embrace innovation and invention. It’s always been that way: survival of the fittest, the most adaptable. That will never change.Skylight Bookstore

And bookstores? They need to adapt and change, too, as many have. Because they are valuable, sacrosanct for some. Holy places. The church of the passionate reader, the beloved local business that nurtures local writers; a community’s heart and soul thriving on that most precious of commodities: ideas, words, art, emotion.

But there’s also a bigger picture here: bookstores, small and large, even those that do welcome indie writers, are also supplied by the Big Five; those huge, fire-breathing traditional publishers who’ve long held the world of books under their thumbs and have only in more recent year lost ground to the changing tides. But while they still hold sway, and still have their allegiances within the media and marketplace, they remain the prime suppliers of what goes into bookstores: books written by the evermore exclusive cadre of authors who’ve been invited into the sanctum of the “traditional publishing deal.” These writers trade their creative and financial autonomy for the heft of a big company’s imprint and distribution, some marketing assistance (though that has deeply diminished), and the tangential glow of being considered a bona fide, traditionally published writer, something the media, the publishing marketplace, and it seems some bookstores, still see as having higher perceived value than…. well, other published writers.

And the Big 5 companies — or the bookstores themselves — set prices for those books that are much higher in stores than readers can find on sites like Amazon. So readers buy them on Amazon. Yes, this impacts stores; yes, it diminishes their customer base, but it’s economic logic: who wants to spend $25 for a book you can get elsewhere for $10? And, as a bonus, while you’re there on Amazon or Smashwords, you can find a whole slew of other reasonably priced books to consider — many of which are quite excellent — written by indie authors the Big 5 — and many bookstores — won’t give the time of day.

It’s not hard to figure why the marketplace is evolving as it is. 

There is much more to say on this turbulent, impossible to predict world of books, writers, publishers, and book sellers, but since this is a piece about a bookstore, let me wrap it up with this: 

Bookstores need to rethink their strategy. To ignore, dismiss, or reject the quality work of independent writers because those writers have had their books produced by an Amazon-affiliated company is just plain silly. And self-sabotaging. If this fellow had stocked my books, I’d have done everything I could to promote that fact, promoting his store along the way. I’d have written a blog here, maybe one at Huff Post; I’d have set up a reading and brought in interested customers who’d likely buy other books he stocked and potentially become regular customers. I’d have purchased books at his store whenever I was in the area, and there would be a general aura of good-will around his store and my book and that just leads to more good-will. He lost that opportunity, which is unfortunate.

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But me? I’ll just set up my wares and focus my brick & mortar attention on places that do support indie writers regardless of who printed their books. Places like Vroman’s in Pasadena, Book Soup in Hollywood, and certainly Skylight Books in Los Angeles. (Skylight, in particular, treats indie writers with marketplace respect: buying and selling without fees, without time constraints, and without fuss.) And beyond bookstores, I’ll go anywhere that’s interested in my work, that invites me to do a reading, wear a tiara, sell some books, and bring in customers, many of whom will not only buy my book, but the wares of wherever it is we may be… say, The Whole 9 Gallery (above) in Culver City.

And it’ll be fun and productive because not a one of those merchants will give a hoot where I got my paperback printed. As it should be.

Skylight bookshelf photo by Susan Morgenstern
Exterior of Skylight Bookstore photo by LDW
“After The Sucker Punch book reading at The Whole 9” photo by Tom Amandes

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