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Writers Write and Sell Books!

I’ve just remembered something important, and possibly financially beneficial to me, (and to other writers). That thing is that if you write a book, and that book gets published, then you have something that other people might like to have, so you can see copies of your book to them. Well, der, right?

The actual selling (and marketing) of books is rarely foremost in the mind of a writer. Often, once a writer has finally written their book, and it is published, they will be deeply onto their next book, planning it, writing it, etc. Marketing their previous book is often far from their list of priorities.

But of course, if they want to pay their bills, so they can afford the food, and coffee, that helps get the current book written, then they need money … And selling books will bring them money, so they should pay attention to finding new homes for their books, it’s obvious really, isn’t it?

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Writers (and poets, bloggers, etc) can be shy and retiring folks, who hide away in their chosen writing nook, scribbling or tap. tap. tapping on the keyboard keys. They hide away from people, and work at getting their words written for their next book, article, poem, blog post.

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But I have put myself forward as a Public Speaker as well as being a writer, poet, blogger, so I am actively working to get the word out about me. And I take copies of my books with me, whenever I can, in case a wonderful person shows interest in purchasing a copy of any of my books I have copies of. In fact, the books are in the back of my car, so I have a travelling book shop for my own literary works!
This blog, that I started last year, is another method for bringing interest from others, in the books I have written, and have available for sale. If you look at the blog, you will see a link to My Book, and if you go there, you can read about my books and take steps to get in contact and purchase a book from me. Fun!

 

 

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When Writers Aren’t Writing

Being ‘a writer’ can be a weird thing to be. Sometimes when you are a writer, then yes, what you are doing is certainly writing. Sometimes that writing is actually the writing of a book, which would certainly be the first thought that would come to most people’s mind.

But if that were the only form of writing you think a writer does, then you are very much mistaken. For a start, many writers must actually earn a living, because their writing work may bring in little or no actual money. The average writer in Australia apparently earns a small amount of money, with only a few making big dollars …

Other writers have to have actual jobs, sometimes working full time, and having to do their writing in the gaps and cracks of time in their lives, on the weekend, late at night, early in the morning, or on holiday perhaps. Or they may (many do) earn other income from doing readings of their words, or writing related workshops, gigs at writing festivals and so on.

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These kinds of extra work can be fun for a writer, or they may be tedious distractions from doing the only thing they really want to do. Writers can be mixed in their attitudes to such things, and no particular attitude is inherently ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. Writers do what they have to do, to keep having a roof over their head, and to eat, the same as everyone.

Other writing related roles may be journalism, or blogging. Blogs can be used to get your word out, and the writer can possible sell copies of their book or books on such online sites. Visiting institutions, such as schools, prisons, and a large variety of other places, doing public speaking gigs can be another sometimes well-paying options.

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So when writers aren’t actually writing books, they may be writing articles, or workshop plans, or writing submissions to those institutions offering themselves to do their ‘word work’ for the benefit/entertainment/learning of others possibly for payment, but usually at least for the selling of copies of their books.

And of course writers have to have things to write about, so they have to get out there and actually live a life! Meeting up with people, going out to cafes, playing sport, exploring, imbibing, seeing, climbing, walking, many many things are out there waiting for a writer to be involved in, think about, and then write about.

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Writers many of them, would say that even when they’re not writing, they’re still thinking about writing! Do you agree? I certainly do! Feel free to leave a comment, letting us know your own thoughts about writing and writers!

 

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Could Molly’s Life Mirror Courtney’s?

I began writing about Molly a little while ago, looking into and thinking on the life of a young woman, an angry, friendless, homeless woman, barely into adulthood, but with much life experience of the worst possible kind.

I was making it up as I went, based on vaguely heard new reports, some personal life experiences, and my own thoughts about these matters. Molly was slowly becoming a new person to me, as I wrote my short blog posts for this blog, one I’ve set up for myself as a writer.

I drew the picture of Molly’s face first, Screenshot 2019-05-17 at 5.52.43 PMand that image spoke deeply to a part of my heart, myself, and I felt connected to her, and her horrid life. And then, I heard of the awful murder of a young woman, Courtney Herron, and I shuddered. This young woman’s life could easily have been the life that my fictional character has been living.

Will I eventually write of a similar ending for Molly, could I do that to this character I have come to care about, even to love, or at least feel responsible for? What kind of life will I eventually give young Molly? Can I write her a happy ending? And even if I could do that, will I? I would certainly like to, but would that be honest?

I’ve been talking about Molly finding her lost smile, getting a better life, that allows her the permission and the ability to smile a real, happy smile, rather than the sneer that almost permanently mars her face.

Thinking about the death of Courtney Herron in Melbourne, beaten to death in a park is a reminder that reality is far from the fiction that is Molly’s life, even if there are similarities. So I’m pondering, what to do. Do I continue posting occasional posts about aspects of Molly’s life, or do I let it go, and turn my mind to other of my writing projects …

My own life continues on, in vastly different than Molly or Courtney face or faced. But I am a woman, I have lived at least some aspects of the lives of these two women, but not any of the more difficult aspects. I have a smile, a real and happy smile, and I have many things in my life to smile about.

I have a home, a partner, a loving and caring family, and many lovely friends who care about me too. I am not a Molly, I am not a Courtney. But I am a writer, and a person who cares about others, and if I can, I want to use my writing skills, to examine further, the lives of troubled people, in particular troubled women.

Something I’ve just written on Facebook seems relevant, at least in part, to these words. It relates to happiness, and is certainly something I have come to believe to be true. Our happiness is ours to look to, no-one else can make us happy. This is my Facebook comment in response to something I found and posted on my own Facebook page:

“All of us must bear responsibility for our own happiness, and only our own. Others must do the same, and realise their happiness cannot be dependant on others, it is up to all of us to look after our own happiness.”

The things people do, that isn’t what makes us unhappy, not directly. It is our response to the actions of others that makes us unhappy. Of course there are some actions of others that would be difficult to be happy about, that is certainly true. Being beaten by someone, that would be impossible to react happily too, unless you have an extremely twisted mind.

So, not all men are brutal attackers, not all young woman will face vicious attacks. These are good things, for sure,  but the truth is, some men, and at times but far less often some women too, attack others brutally. And both women and men may experience terrible and brutal violence from others. Life is not always ‘nice’ or ‘pleasant’. Life can be a terrible battle ground.

Surely it is up to us all, to do our best to ensure those around us are safe, and live peaceful lives, unharmed my the kinds of brutal actions I’ve mentioned in this post. We all have a desire, I’m sure, for a better life than that, for ourselves, and for those we love.  May we take actions to ensure such things go that way, and we all have easy lives, not difficult ones.

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Helping By Listening

This is Molly.

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Molly is not one person I actually know, Molly is many people I know of, and may know without realising that I know these things about her. Abuse, particularly of a sexual kind, is a hidden and shameful thing, even these days, when we are apparently all open about sex.

But things done to children often go unseen by those outside of the family, hushed up, denied ‘if necessary’, and to feel embarrassed and ashamed about if they happen to you. Sexual abuse, not only of children, but of women and men too, is a thing to be stamped on and stopped.

In an ideal world, this would happen, but this is far from an ideal world, and so women like Molly live all around the world, hiding from society, whilst remaining right there in the world with us, hoping no-one will notice them, and hurt them again.

These damaged souls deserve our sympathy, but they are unlikely to ask for it. Many of them don’t understand that other people truly do care, and want to help them. If a person gets knocked down often enough if and when they manage to stand up, then eventually they may simply stop trying to stand up to get what they should be given.

If you ever come across a person like Molly, someone on the edges, not seeming to want to join in, an angry person perhaps, bitter about what they have been kept from, or angry about the bad stuff they’ve been given, then why not see if they are willing to talk to you. Sometimes the opportunity to talk can open up the floodgates, and if you prove yourself to be a good and non-judgemental listener, there’s no telling how much you may learn, or how much you might help, simply by hearing this person’s story.

Listening actively is a skill, one well worth following up on, if you have any ideas of taking on  any kind of informal counselling roles, like the one I have been writing about here. Active listening involves pay these aspects: pay attention, show you’re listening, provide feedback, defer judgement and respond appropriately.

Listening without jumping in immediately with your own opinion is a great skill, a rare skill to have, because so many people only have a conversation to have their own story being heard. People like Molly though, they need to be properly listened to, if they feel safe enough to talk. If you talk over the top of them, they will close down, and you won’t have helped them.

People like Molly don’t deserve such treatment, if they try to reach out, they deserve a sympathetic listener who will let them say all they feel they need to say.

 

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A New Poetry Form – The Streetbeatina

A new poetic discovery!
I found a new form of poetry the other day, and this is something that always makes me happy! I like words, and doing interesting things with them in poetic ways. So I read about it, and I jumped at the chance to give it a go myself. below is the explanation of the form, followed by my own attempts I’ve written so far. I suspect I will write more of this type of poem.

I feel my second attempt is a superior poem over my first try, but don’t feel either of them are as good as the ones written by the poet who came up with this interesting poetry form.

This website post came to my attention recently, and I was intrigued about its possibilities. The Streetbeatina consists of eight lines, each line having eight syllables. What makes the form both rather challenging and unique is that the first syllable of the first line is repeated as the second syllable in the second line, the third syllable of the third line and so on. Although it is not necessary, if the poet wishes, the repeated syllable can be emphasized by printing it either in italics, bold, or a different color. The repetition of the sound of the syllable at precise intervals provides the poem with a natural beat , and musicality.

If you wish to know more about this, from the man who created it, go here, where I found about it.

My own poetic Streetbeatina poems

Leftovers or Gourmet?

by Carolyn Cordon

Stew for dinner, yesterday’s meal

Can you eat it again remade?

Flavours drew from meat now gone, but

A hungry crew, lines up for more –

Meat tasteless as shoe leather, though

Spiced and revived, made new – chef’s friends

Garlic, chili, flavours true, real,

choices expand, cooking talents grew!

Short and ? Who knows …

by Carolyn Cordon

Yay, it’s time, good things are coming,

hooray, it’s now! Goodbye bad times,

go! I say. We’ve suffered enough

done all we may, each muscle aches

our brains fried, frayed, splattered, scattered …

What’ll come next, I say, wary ….

More bad shit, then I’m not staying!

That’s not a life, beaten, betrayed …

It’s Your Turn Now

If you like writing poetry, and you like challenges, why not have a go at this poetic style, who knows what you may be able to write!

And please, write a comment and tell me what you think about this form of poetry!