The Loss of time

There never seems to be enough time.

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For anything. This seems especially true for writers. One would think with all the technological advances we’d have a lot more time. Instead, we’re  trying to fit more into less time. Even if someone were able to unfold space and time to make the days longer, we’d still try to do more than we have time for.

So,  how do we manage the time?  As authors, we spread ourselves thin trying to post to every social media we’re apart of, write, read,  edit, send out queries, and work full time (in most cases). 24 hours isn’t enough,  even if we didn’t have to sleep.

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Over the past few years I’ve been trying to find a solution to this particular problem. Much like a Rubix Cube, there seemed no end in sight. (To tell you the truth,  it still seems that way.) I never found a complete solution to ‘do it all’, but I  came to a conclusion.

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I put myself in the shoes of my readers.  I’ve signed up for so many writer’s advice emails, books, and so on. It’s exhausting to sift through them all and absorb all the advice. Not to mention trying them all out. I kept wondering; what are they doing that I’m not? It was simple,  spending a ton of time sending out emails to other authors.  Authors were their main source of a platform.  While this is effective,  I want more.  I want readers.  I want to inspire the lost. Yes, that’s a tall order. 

If you’re still with me, you’re probably in the same boat.  Here’s what I do. It’s slow going right now,  but everyone must start somewhere.

1. I post where most of my readers/followers are.  If those outlets connect to other sources, I’ll share it. But be careful not to post the same thing everywhere.  Have variety. You want them to seek you out.  Not the other way around.

2. Post stories for your readers and interviews/reviews for your fellow authors.  I currently have the following sources for my stories. 
Wattpad: where a portion of my published stories can be found. This way they can get a good view of the book to determine if they want to buy it. 
Wordpress: short stories,  poetry, mini series. Avaliable to everyone.
Email/mail chimp: A never before seen, and never to be seen again, short story series that can only be found in my reader’s email. An exclusive treat for my most loyal readers. These stories will never be published.

So, I have something for everyone. How do I manage the time? Simple. 
I write one story a month (occasionally more) for the email.  The reader had something to look forward to with out feeling overwhelmed by the mass content. 
I try to write two to four things a month on WordPress.  Again, less is usually more. Then I share these in my Facebook page, Twitter page and tumblr.
I, very slowly,  add half my books to Wattpad. I sometimes share these on Facebook and twitter.
Is this working? Yes. With the help of hashtags, I’ve managed to grow my reader base by a few hundred in 6 months. Slow, but getting there. 

This isn’t a guaranteed method,  but for the busy author,  it’s better than nothing.

I hope this helps you struggling authors out there. Comment below if you try it and how well.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

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Ophelia: Asylum VII

Years had passed since Christina had thought of her doll.  Her mother helped make it from scratch when she was only eight.  They gave her curly bond hair,  blue eyes, and a pretty pink dress.  It was just as Christina wished she herself looked like. Instead Christina was born with nearly black hair that always frizzed, so she looked more like a poodle than a little girl with ringlets. Her tan skin looked pale against the dark color of her hair and eyes. She never looked cute in little pink dresses.  Not like Ophelia. Not like the doll she and her mother made together.

As Christina grew, so did the appearance of her doll. In middle school she changed her hair to a brown color, still with perfect curls. She no longer dressed the doll in pink dresses but in blue jeans and t-shirts she’d made on her sewing machine. A tomboy, just like Christina.  Her eyes however were now different.  One blue, one green.  A genetic trait of Christina’s best friend.  Something she envied.

In high school, Christina went through a dark phase.  She removed everything from the doll one evening that she considered the worst day of her life, the divorce of her parents.

Christina replaced the tomboy clothes with a gothic dress that had a dark red bow on it.  The short sleeves showed the cracking skin of the doll’s arms. Her hair was now straight and ink black that ran nearly the length of the doll.  Her green eye was now black so that Ophelia now had one black and one blue.  She painted her lips a deep red. In a fit of painful emotions, Christina stabbed Ophelia  through the heart with the sewing needle and threw the doll into a shoe box.  The last place Christina remembered seeing the doll.

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Until now. Sitting in this small room with her. Staring at her.  The needle still plunged through her heart and out the back. She sits innocently in the sterile metal chair; seemingly watching Christina as she fights the meds forced down her throat. Blinking rapidly, she tried to make the vision disappear. The doll remained. It didn’t move, didn’t talk, didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. Other than be there that is.

Christina’s heart began to race. What had her cousin gotten her into? She was the reason they were in here. Always with her wild imagination. Christina should have known the end of the road would have led to the asylum. People always joked about being crazy, but to actually be committed; it was not fun and games.  She wasn’t crazy. She knew that. But she might be heading there rather quickly. How else would she be seeing a doll that couldn’t possibly be?

Christina took a few cautious steps toward the doll. Her eyes watching it warily. Two sharp banging noises made her jump and nearly pee her pants. A yelp made it’s way out as her cousin called her name from the other side of the wall behind her.

“Christina.” A pause followed by two more quick raps against the wall. “Christina.”

“What?” she asked growing irritated. Sandra already caused her to receive the double dosage of medicine today. Any more and they might roll her down the hall, strapped to a gurney, to shock treatment.

“I’m sorry.” Christina heard foot steps echoing down the hall and didn’t dare test their ears.

Scratching following, nearly begging for the acknowledgement that she’d accepted the apology. It was times like these that Christina wondered if Sandra really was crazy. She did have an unusual imagination for writing. That stuff had to come from somewhere.

Shaking her head from the distraction of her troublesome cousin, and making the room spin at the same time, she returned to look at Ophelia. She was gone. The chair hadn’t moved. No one had entered. Obviously. Fear caused her breathing to hitch before coming in near quick gasps. Another panic attack. Just what she needed.

“Ophelia?” Was she really talking to a doll? Christina pulled on her hair in frustration. She walked to her bed as she thought of the strange hallucination. The drugs must be having the opposite of the intended effects. Putting aside the strange event she began to take a seat to take off her shoes and ready for bed.

A scream ripped from her chest as she turned toward her bed. Her attention stuck on the impossible doll. The frightening, Chucky  mimicking doll. Ophelia lay against her pillow. Just as Christina always set her up when she was younger. Just so Ophelia could see her when she got home from school.

Christina looked from the empty chair to the occupied bed. The doll didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Nothing. Impossible, Christina thought. The medicine was messing with her. Scrubbing her eyes she tried to rub away the sight. Ophelia remained.

More knocks vibrated the wall.

“She told me she missed you. I told her where you were. You missed her didn’t you? I miss you.” Sandra said with the voice of a child she wasn’t.

Christina shook her head. The meds must be on full lock down in her mind. Nothing was real. She was just swimming in chemicals.

“She told me she missed you. I told her where you were. You missed her didn’t you? I miss you.” again with the child’s voice from her past.

Christina; growing angry, confused, and frightened; picked up the doll to throw it against the wall her cousin was talking through. The doll moved. Talked.

“You hurt me Christina. You broke my heart.” Ophelia’s tiny hand removed the needle from it’s chest and plunged it deep into Christina’s chest where it barely pierced her heart. The pain immobilized her. She was having a heart attack. The meds were killing her.

The doll smiled, stopped moving, and fell limp. Christina looked down, the needle’s eye glinted in the light.

“She told me she missed you. I told her where you were. You missed her didn’t you? You shouldn’t have broken her heart. Now she’s broken yours.” The words echoed in that voice again and again until the world turned black.

 

For my loving cousin Christina. I love you.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Back from the dead.

Well, you failed. The Holidays didn’t recieve enough words ransom.  They ordered Krampus to tear me piece by piece and devour me.

His acidic saliva melted my flesh in unimaginable agony.  His serrated teeth tore the muscles from my bones as if I were cooked chicken. For hours my pain blinded me while screams ripped from my disentigrating throat. The vile taste of poisoned blood coated my tongue and life ceased to exist.

Thankfully! I know a rakshasa. More specifically, an Ak’chazar.

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She was able to pull me from the grips of a grim reaper and heal what left remained of my body. They are some very powerful creatures. Don’t ever piss them off.

So here I am,  back from the dead.  The nightmares will haunt me forever.  The cold weather causes aches in the flesh she regenerated me from and I’m still here creating worlds of fantastical creatures for you to dive into when the day is just to long.  Don’t count me out. It’ll take more than a Krampus to get rid of me. 

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Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Catrina Burgess Interview

Hello all my faithful followers (and new ones too!) I have quite a treat for you today. No, not my Halloween short story Asylum special. (That’s in the works right now. )

I read an ARC (advanced reader copy) of this rising author Catrina Burgess‘ first book The Awakening. The beginning of a unique young adult fantasy series Dark Rituals. It was so great that I just didn’t want to put it down. Not to mention I just needed to meet this new author as well. Let me tell you, she’s fun.

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Interview

Attention all writers of young adult novels!

Click the sites below (choose the one that best fits your books) and get a free interview. 

That’s more people aware of you and your wonderful books. 

Who doesn’t need that?

http://www.edwardcullensucks.com
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General YA book review site
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Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Incarnate Sneak Peak!

If you’ve seen the previous post on Incarnate and are still on the fence, here’s your chance to jump over it!

Take a sneak peak into the Novel at the link below. Get a feel for the story, see if it’s worth your time.

I’ll be adding a few more chapters as well…don’t fret, I wouldn’t leave you
hanging like that. 😉

“Incarnate” by sandra_easter on Wattpad http://w.tt/1MIacqx.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Incarnate

Read and Review!
Comment below with your email and I’ll send you a copy.

If you read and review Incarnate by Sandra Easter, you will recieve an ARC copy of the ebook Denouement absolutely free.

Furthermore, if you put your review on Amazon and Goodreads, I will gift you the second book for being so awesome. That’s the entire series! Free! All you have to do is read and review the first book.  How great is that?

“The secrets of dreams keeps us safe,reminding our subconscious of what we can’t face in our waking hours.”

Renee’s forgotten memories creep like shadows into her waking world. Outwardly an ordinary teenager, struggling with school and her parents divorce, she’s gradually sucked into a realm of faeries, angels and creatures she never imagined could exist.

When Gage and Castiel move into town, Renee must flee the wrath of the Unseelie Queen, who’s already killed her several times in the past few centuries. This time, armed with memories, friends, and the Seelie Fae court, will she be able to escape dying for the last time?

Incarnate is the first book in the contemporary young adult fantasy Incarnate series. It’s a story about a young woman in search of her identity. A story of love, hate, and forgotten promises… that still must be kept.

Comment below if you’d like to read the book. I’ll email you the book by the end of the day after you post your email. 200 copies available.

If you are wary about posting your email, send me one at Author.Sandra.Easter@gmail.com and title it Incarnate. Thank you.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter