Sunday, March 17, 2019

Tip 2 #Did they tell all?


Tip 2 #Did they tell all?

Is your 200+ blurb so long that it bores you and your readers to the point that they but the book back on the shelf? Look again at the three best sellers and you be the judge.

Amazon’s three best sellers.

  26 weeks on the list                    4 weeks on the list                     5 weeks on the list

 

Biased on the following Book Summaries would you read the books?

Where the Crawdads Sing

For years, rumors of the "Marsh Girl" have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life - until the unthinkable happens.

 Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver and Karen Russell, Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.

 

My curiosity is up a little I might read on.

 

The Silent Patient

If you don’t already know the premise of this book, a well-known artist kills her husband and immediately goes silent. No communication of any kind. Not even to defend herself – because did she really kill the husband that she adored and doted on? Most of the story is told by the new doctor who believes he can cure the artist and make her speak. (Messiah complex, anyone?) Pretty simple premise, really. But the execution is interesting and there were still enough little surprises that I didn’t mind knowing the ending. If you haven’t read it already and you are a thriller fan, then what are you waiting for?

 

My curiosity is low, I wonder what made it a best seller?

 

Where the Forest Meets the Stars

In this gorgeously stunning debut, a mysterious child teaches two strangers how to love and trust again. After the loss of her mother and her own battle with breast cancer, Joanna Teale returns to her graduate research on nesting birds in rural Illinois, determined to prove that her recent hardships have not broken her. She throws herself into her work from dusk to dawn, until her solitary routine is disrupted by the appearance of a mysterious child who shows up at her cabin barefoot and covered in bruises. The girl calls herself Ursa, and she claims to have been sent from the stars to witness five miracles. With concerns about the child's home situation, Jo reluctantly agrees to let her stay--just until she learns more about Ursa's past.Jo enlists the help of her reclusive neighbor, Gabriel Nash, to solve the mystery of the charming child. But the more time they spend together, the more questions they have. How does a young girl not only read but understand Shakespeare? Why do good things keep happening in her presence? And why aren't Jo and Gabe checking the missing children's website anymore? Though the three have formed an incredible bond, they know difficult choices must be made. As the summer nears an end and Ursa gets closer to her fifth miracle, her dangerous past closes in. When it finally catches up to them, all of their painful secrets will be forced into the open, and their fates will be left to the stars.

 

My curiosity is high, though long for a back of the book blurb, I can see why it made the list.

 

Tip 3 Did they Make it scannable? Next Week

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Sunday, March 10, 2019

Tip 1 #Blurb for the back cover


Tip 1 #Blurb for the back cover
#Writer Tips
 
This will be the first in, what I hope to be a long list of tips that will help me to become a better writer. I have found over the years that teaching is the best way to learn. So as I research this I will share what I find with you.
Try writing your book blurb early on even before you start your book.

Start with about 200 words that describes your book for the reader. This is you sales pitch for your book. Convince the reader that they need to read your book.
A back cover should not be a synopsis which is a detailed outline use to sell an idea to a publisher. An example of an synopsis would be my previous post, ‘Could There be Gold.’

A back cover blurb should not be an endorsement blurb, this is a 1-2 line endorsement by a celebrity or someone else.
A back cover blurb should not be a review which is a longer version of the endorsement.

Amazon normally allows people to see the back of books on the book sales page, so let’s take a look at the three top sellers and see it we can find out what drew readers of fiction to these books. As we read the back cover blurb of each of the three see if they give the reader what they expect, did the writer put his/herself in the reader’s shoes, did they keep it short, did they use short paragraphs, did they tell all, and did they nail that first line?
In this first tip we will look at the first line to see if we want to continue reading.
Would you believe that there are no back cover views for these best sellers? After searching the web for summaries I did find some and the maybe the reasons they became best sellers.
Three best sellers.




26 weeks on the list           4 weeks on the list               5 weeks on the list

Where the Crawdads Sing                  The Silent Patient                     Where the Forest Meets the Stars

by Delia Owens              by Alex Michaelides           by Glendy Vanderah

 Biased on the following Book Summaries would you read the books?
Where the Crawdads Sing
For years, rumors of the "Marsh Girl" have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life - until the unthinkable happens.
 Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver and Karen Russell, Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.
 
The Silent Patient
If you don’t already know the premise of this book, a well-known artist kills her husband and immediately goes silent. No communication of any kind. Not even to defend herself – because did she really kill the husband that she adored and doted on? Most of the story is told by the new doctor who believes he can cure the artist and make her speak. (Messiah complex, anyone?) Pretty simple premise, really. But the execution is interesting and there were still enough little surprises that I didn’t mind knowing the ending. If you haven’t read it already and you are a thriller fan, then what are you waiting for?

Where the Forest Meets the Stars
In this gorgeously stunning debut, a mysterious child teaches two strangers how to love and trust again.
After the loss of her mother and her own battle with breast cancer, Joanna Teale returns to her graduate research on nesting birds in rural Illinois, determined to prove that her recent hardships have not broken her. She throws herself into her work from dusk to dawn, until her solitary routine is disrupted by the appearance of a mysterious child who shows up at her cabin barefoot and covered in bruises.
The girl calls herself Ursa, and she claims to have been sent from the stars to witness five miracles. With concerns about the child's home situation, Jo reluctantly agrees to let her stay--just until she learns more about Ursa's past.
Jo enlists the help of her reclusive neighbor, Gabriel Nash, to solve the mystery of the charming child. But the more time they spend together, the more questions they have. How does a young girl not only read but understand Shakespeare? Why do good things keep happening in her presence? And why aren't Jo and Gabe checking the missing children's website anymore?
Though the three have formed an incredible bond, they know difficult choices must be made. As the summer nears an end and Ursa gets closer to her fifth miracle, her dangerous past closes in. When it finally catches up to them, all of their painful secrets will be forced into the open, and their fates will be left to the stars.

After reading these summaries can you see how they became best sellers?
Ok, let’s look at that first line of each.

Where the Crawdads Sing
For years, rumors of the "Marsh Girl" have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast.
The Silent Patient
If you don’t already know the premise of this book, a well-known artist kills her husband and immediately goes silent.

Where the Forest Meets the Stars
In this gorgeously stunning debut, a mysterious child teaches two strangers how to love and trust again.

Tip 2 Did they tell all? Next Week
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Monday, July 4, 2016

Changing Times





Changing Times

It’s never the same, day after day,
only in a movie like Ground Hog Day.
The world around us, the people we know,
changing constantly as we reap what we sow.

Empires rise and continue to grow,
then fall into ruin, reaping what they sow.
There is One who is steady as a rock through time,
He knows our every thoughts and listens when we cry.

Each day we will make that change,
will it be in His will, or something strange.
 Be it a country or a person, it is still the same,
the choice will lead to happiness or end in pain.



Copyright © 2016 Hubert Clark Crowell
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The Trout Pond is now on Audible.com: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Trout-Pond-Audiobook/B06WLMRTH3/

By: Hubert C. Crowell
Jim makes a find in a pond that tears a small Kentucky coal mining town apart. Ron, a stranger in town carrying a secret of the largest crime of the century becomes snared in the Union wars of the 1950’s.
 

 

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Desk Cleaning

Desk Cleaning

Short Story

If you are like me cleaning and getting organized is very difficult. I have to really put everything else aside and tackle the project. I may have to even use it as a subject for a short story!

10:00 AM
Time to clean my desk off after years of clutter. I will try and concentrate on one area at a time. When I tackle a major project, like this one, I try to break the project down into small little chunks. The smaller the better. Picking the oldest pile, I first put the books back on the shelf, then file the important stuff and discard the rest.

 10:30 AM
Moving to the next pile, all the files and notes I currently, over the past year, have been taking care of, I discard the stuff already taken care of. I am getting side tracked, reading all my notes scattered through the pile.
11:30 AM
     Things are looking so good I will take a break and write start this short story about cleaning off my desk, who knows what interesting items I may find.
Side tracked again, better get back to cleaning.
 12:00 PM
Another pile reduced to blank desk top. Actually the desk drawers are so full I can’t get any more into them. My file cabinet is also full and I need to get out the label maker and redo the file folders. Take another break and run out to the mail box and make another cup of coffee before I complete this project.
12:40 PM

One last corner and the front half of the desk will be clear at last. Where will I put it all? Maybe I will work on a new web page now that my desk is cleaned off, thinking about calling it “WannabeWriter”.  My next cleaning project will be one of the desk drawers and I will have to pick the worst one, the one that will not hold anything more!
 

The Trout Pond is now on Audible.com: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Trout-Pond-Audiobook/B06WLMRTH3/

By: Hubert C. Crowell
Jim makes a find in a pond that tears a small Kentucky coal mining town apart. Ron, a stranger in town carrying a secret of the largest crime of the century becomes snared in the Union wars of the 1950’s.
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Henry Hawk


Photo by: Katrina Patterson



Henry Hawk


Short Story - Fiction


A log filled creek, running quietly behind a small subdivision, a wooded hillside, small fish and salamanders swimming in the shallow water, made a perfect home for Henry. He sat still as a squirrel played on the limb a few feet from him. As the squirrel jumped to another limb, Henry shifted his attention to the creek, spotting a salamander crawling along the bottom, tilted his head slightly taking aim, then swooping down through the trees to the creek, he snatched the unsuspecting salamander with his claws and continued up away from the water to the roof of a small shed.

  An early spring storm pushed up from the gulf, spreading tornados through Alabama and Georgia. The nest blew through the limbs as the large tree crashed down across the creek. Henry limped around with one wing dragging in the mud. The shed provided shelter from the heavy rain, open underneath on the creek side where Henry found a dry spot and rested his broken wing.

Unable to fly, Henry would hop up and down the creek bank looking for food, then return to his new home under the shed to rest. He missed soaring through the trees and chasing the other hawks, but life was different now.

The small backyard world had changed, Henry had grown up watching the squirrels and rabbits run through the yards. He normally swooped down on the field mice and chipmunks that were plentiful around the bushes and along the creek, but as he grew larger and stronger, the larger animals became a part of his daily diet. And so first the small animals disappeared, then the larger ones as Henry’s appetite increased. The deer and crows still came through as Henry was now back looking for food in the creek.  

Now it was Henrys turn to be the victim. He had to be more careful, choosing when to venture out, checking for anyone who might attack, living on the ground was certainly more of a challenge, than soaring high in the sky. Learning when to play dead and never draw attention to his hiding place under the shed.

Each day Henry would try to use his damage wing, he could move it slightly and soon he could tuck it in next to his body where it did not drag the ground. At last he felt a little more normal. An owl came each night and perched on a limb just over the roof of the shed. Hoot, hoot, and hoot went the owl all night long keeping Henry from getting any sleep. In the morning the crows would taunt him, knowing that he was helpless to chase them off. Soon he could hop up to the top of the back of a swing that over looked the creek where he could look for fish and salamanders.

Each morning around seven Bill would take Rusty, a long hair Yorkie, for a walk in the backyard, and each time Rusty would try to check out the opening behind the shed. Henry would move to a dark corner and watch Rusty sniff around the opening. Bill kept a tight grip on the leash and would not let him get under the shed. One morning Bill and Rusty were a little late, and Henry was perched on the back of the swing watching the creek. Rusty took off in a fast run for the swing, jerking the leash out of Bill’s hand. Henry heard him coming and hopped down, then took off across the creek on the tree that used to hold his nest. Once on the other side, he stopped to see if Rusty would followed him across the log.

Rusty stopped at the log and barked until Bill reached him and quieted him down. Each morning after that it became a game to see if Rusty could catch Henry before he got across the creek. After several weeks of this, Bill started just letting Rusty go to chase the hawk. As last Rusty got a little too close and Henry instantly tried to fly. Leaving the back of the swing he flounder in the air for a moment then managed to glide down to the water.

Henry practiced hopping up and flapping his wings, getting a little stronger each day and gliding further each attempt. Soon he was able to gain enough height to glide the entire width of the yard and made a landing on a low nearby limb. Feeling proud he remained there the rest of the day. That night the owl did not bother him, and the crows stayed clear the next morning. When Rusty came looking for him, he would swoop down and try to touch the top of his head. Bill got a little nervous and started holding him back.

Soon Henry was back in the sky, soaring high with the other hawks. He even found a new tree and a place to sleep. Checking on Rusty each morning.
 

The Trout Pond is now on Audible.com: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Trout-Pond-Audiobook/B06WLMRTH3/

By: Hubert C. Crowell
Jim makes a find in a pond that tears a small Kentucky coal mining town apart. Ron, a stranger in town carrying a secret of the largest crime of the century becomes snared in the Union wars of the 1950’s.
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, February 1, 2016

A Few Caves and Cavers of the Southeast

Amazon.com/dp/B019BMO0TE
Forty years of caving keeps me thinking a lot about the sport. In this book I share not only what I have learned and experienced, but also what a few others have shared about caves and how they also became interested in the sport. Most of the caves discussed are in the Southeast with a few elsewhere. Detail exploration and mapping is given for Pettyjohn Cave in Georgia and Pumphouse Cave in Tennessee.
Caves have been used for everything from fallout shelters to mushroom farms. However I really believe that it is the mystery of caves that draws us back. Not knowing what lies below and that curiosity that we all have within us.
We find all kinds of excuses to enter a cave. Some study the rocks and formations, others like to make maps or study the cave life, but in the end it is the mystery that holds us in it's grip.
I remember playing on the hill side behind my Grandparents home, and finding holes in the gullies that were dug by my father and his brothers, or possibly one of my older cousins. I even dug a few myself, more like ditches covered with boards and dirt for a hid-out.
There is a strange pleasure in getting dirty, and covered with mud, not having to worry about staying clean. A good friend of mine loved to wear white overalls, which of course did not remain white very long in the cave. There is also something about crawling around that seems enjoyable.
Getting to know a cave can be quite a reward. When you are able to find your way, and even share with others about where, and how you got to a special place.

The Trout Pond is now on Audible.com: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Trout-Pond-Audiobook/B06WLMRTH3/

By: Hubert C. Crowell
Jim makes a find in a pond that tears a small Kentucky coal mining town apart. Ron, a stranger in town carrying a secret of the largest crime of the century becomes snared in the Union wars of the 1950’s.

 
 


A Forgotten Tower

A special writing project by:
Hubert Clark Crowell



A Forgotten Tower

Short Story – Fiction
Lying on its side in the woods was a strange looking iron frame, with ivy consuming its shape and rust covering its body. The young man puzzled over what it was doing here as he read the marker. ‘In 1970, tightrope walker, Karl Wallenda, used this tower to walk across the gorge. He walked from this overlook to the tower on the South Rim. During his walk, he did two head stands.’ Was the tower knocked down to prevent climbers from climbing it? Or did it become weak from rust and fall? Why would anyone want to walk across the gorge on a wire? In 1883, tightrope walker Professor Bachman crossed the gorge as part of a publicity stunt for one hotel.
Dreams of becoming the third person to walk across the gorge began to fill his head, as he walked out to the edge of the gorge and stood on the concrete foundation of the tower. He could picture himself walking the wire with a long pole to help balance himself. Matthew could not hear his mother calling him over the wind coming up from the bottom of the gorge as he stepped out onto the wire, the crowd filled both sides of the gorge and a news helicopter flew overhead. A camera mounted on his head gave the audience a large view of what it was like on large screens positioned in the audience.
The first step caused a ripple in the wire that he could feel under his soft shoe, he could already feel a cramp in his leg from the pressure of the wire as he waited for the wire to settle down.
“You won’t make it!” Came a shout from the audience just as he raised his left foot for his second step.
His mother. “Matthew, where are you, time to go.” He only heard his name, thinking it was the crowd.
The next few steps placed him over the lip of the gorge, swaying side to side as the river below, flowing with white foam, awaited his expected fall. A slight breeze was pushing against his side causing him to lean to the right. Stopping, he looked down as the audience gasped at the view of his leg shaking, the cramping becoming worse. He stood on his one stable leg and shook the cramping leg out to the side in an effort to ease the cramp.
“Give it up, come on back!” Shouted the audience.
“Matthew, what are you doing?” His mother shouted as she starred at him standing on one leg at the edge of the concrete tower foundation. Matthew snapped out of his dream and jumped down, and continued down the trail with his parents. The dream clear and real in his mind, he could easily slip back into it.
The ride home was quiet and the image of the gorge kept coming back, he was now several yards out on the wire, when a hawk almost landed on the end of his balance pole.
“Head stand! Head stand!” Shouts came from the audience.
He bent over and placed the pole on the wire, almost losing his balance, no longer depending on the pole for balance, fear sweep over him and he quickly raised the pole again to regain his stance. The remaining distance across the gorge seemed so far now and the wire was beginning to sag under his weight, would he be able to walk up hill on the wire? An emergency vehicle passed them with the siren so loud it woke Matthew up from his trance. He pulled out his video game to keep his mind off the high wire.
At home that night the nightmare continued as his cramp returned, his leg beginning to shake and the wire vibrating. His foot slipped, dropping the pole, it hit the wire causing it to bounce. He franticly grabbed for the wire, laying down on it and holding it tight. As he tried to turn around, he spun around and was hanging under the wire with his legs locked over it. The wave created by the pole had now traveled to the end of the wire at the far side and was moving back toward him. He could see it coming building in height as it got closer and closer, Matthew gripped the wire tighter as he was flipped into the air, losing his grip. The rocks below came up fast as his life passed before his eyes.
The small branch was inches away as he reached out and grabbed it, breaking his decent and swinging into the cliff on his side, knocking the wind out of his lungs, with dirt falling down on his face. Hanging on for dear life, he looked up to see a row of heads peering over the edge looking down at him. “Hold on! We’re going to throw you a rope.”

As Matthew pulled on the rope, the blinds came crashing down on him, waking him up, he had falling out of bed and was lying on the floor with the blinds piled on top.
 

The Trout Pond is now on Audible.com: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Trout-Pond-Audiobook/B06WLMRTH3/

By: Hubert C. Crowell
Jim makes a find in a pond that tears a small Kentucky coal mining town apart. Ron, a stranger in town carrying a secret of the largest crime of the century becomes snared in the Union wars of the 1950’s.