TODAY our first Racy Book for Racy Readers gets “published” at Amazon. It probably won’t be available until later in the day or tomorrow. Will let you know with a link when it’s online.
We now have four, possibly five writers working for Camptown Races Press. We have enough copy to post eight books (possibly nine) this month and that many again next month. And we’ll be working toward meeting our goal of ten a month between now and next March, when we either start to make a profit or go broke.
😀
I just picked up three editorial projects that will stave off brokitude another month or so, plus enough money came in from the blog to cover the corporation’s September bills.
We shall soon see, then, if it’s true that erotica sells, and sells in enough quantity to support its scribblers.
Yesterday I met with a social media specialist. She likes The Girls’ Twitter page (@RacyLadies) but wasn’t so crazy about their blogsite, which we had to admit was pretty lame. (That would be why we were meeting with a social media specialist!) She had a few great suggestions, most of which will have to be implemented by our web guru, Grayson. In the interim — until he can get around to making some of her ideas happen — I adjusted the banner to echo the elements she liked on the Twitter presence. Just those small changes make a difference. But I hope Grayson will be able to improve it significantly, given the advice we received yesterday.
Funny about Money has been neglected — as has most of the rest of my life — while I struggle with the enormous workload. Starting a business is a project that sucks all the time out of a room. Incredible!
I’ve decided to break the day into four three-hour chunks: three hours on editing, three hours on social media marketing, three hours on preparing copy for press, three hours on everything else. We’ll see if that works better than the usual listing.
Lists, as usual, work for me. But there’s so damn MUCH to have to get done every day that I still find myself feeling pretty frantic. You know…that “life is totally out of control” feeling?
Ugh, I hate that sensation!
Anyway, I haven’t forgotten about Funny’s readers!
And for your delectation: it’s still not too late to get an advance copy of Billy and the Biker, since it will be half a day or more before the book goes live at Amazon. Come on over to The Ladies’ website, sign up for their newsletter, and we’ll send you a copy in .mobi and PDF forms! The link to sign up is at the VERY tip-top of the page — a little hard to see just now. That’s one of the things we have to fix. But if you can’t find it, just leave a comment to that post, and we’ll sign you up and send you a copy.
Congratulations on the new launch. I’ll be waiting for the first one to show up on Amazon.
Have you put a newsletter link on the Funny site? I just started seeing a generic one when I view the site on my phone that says, “Join our newsletter today for free.” I’ve been thinking that was a phishing link placed there by malware on my phone and researching how to get rid of it. If it is intentional, you might want to change it to read, “Join the Funny newsletter . . .”, so suspicious types like me know it is genuine.
There should be a link on two of the sites, here and at Camptown Ladies Talk — we subscribed to MailChimp and Grayson installed the link for me. He asked how to present it…pop-up, bottom of page, top of page, whaaa? I hate pop-ups and so suggested the top of the page. That was probably a bad idea.
At Camptown Ladies, I can’t see it at all because the WordPress dashboard file covers it, and we couldn’t see it on the social media adviser’s Macbook Air. I see it here in the comments section but not on a Funny page.
I’ll pass your comment along to him…that’s a good point about the paranoia-generating qualities of “our” newsletter!
The message almost escaped me, because I landed on the page heading below it. Since I knew it was there, I was able to navigate up and subscribe. It did tell me I was signing up for the Camptown Ladies’ newsletter, so I didn’t mistake it for an ad or malware.
Thank you for not making it a popup! Man, I hate those things!
Oh, and congrats.