We know that the written word can kindle a revolution. What I’m talking about is the pen itself…that powerful little instrument and its power to kindle the imagination.
Awhile back I received an ad in the mail. It was an introductory offer and I
fell for took advantage of it. For a nominal fee, I ordered pens with my name, my book title, and web URL. I thought I would hand these out to friends, fans, and anyone who looked as if they might be remotely interested in reading alternate history with a touch of paranormal.
I took a bunch of them with me on a trip to Pennsylvania. My sister and I planned on a winery tour and I thought, “Wine lovers=book lovers.” Mostly because I fall in that category, because there is no other logic to pairing the two.
I did hand some out to various people who seemed to be enjoying the sunny summer afternoon along with a glass of wine, explaining that I was a writer
pimping advertising my books. Some said “Thank you.” A few said they would look up the book. I figure if one in 10 followed through, it would be a coup.
Then, as we were leaving the last winery, having passed out all the pens I had with me, I heard someone call my name.
I went back and two women asked me to sit down. “Tell us about your books,” they demanded.
I was happy to. I talked until the waiter brought their order. It turns out they were both avid readers, and belonged to a book club that meets at a winery and calls itself “Well Red.” They said they were always looking for new books and would definitely check mine out.
I left on a happy cloud of imagining…that they selected one or all of the Question series to read, started a fan club, and sent my sales rocketing which landed me a movie contract.
Yeah, I know. My imagination works overtime. Still, if a pen can get me one new fan, I’m happy.