When Amazon Makes My Day

It’s happened to me a few times. I receive a warm and welcoming email from Amazon. 

“We think you would love to read this book!”

I scratch my head. Arch my eyebrows in puzzlement. I read the email again and look at the book in question with deep fondness. 

It’s my book.

You want me to read my own book.

Oh, go on then!😂

  

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The Curious Story of Hattie Brown 

The winning author of Scriggler.com’s 2015 Crime Short Story Competition brings you this unusual tale. 
Bethnal Green, England, 1962 

After the tragic death of her father fourteen year old Hattie Brown begins to have a recurring dream of a strange and mysterious oak tree. Built into the trunk is a red door with a golden door knob and a lion head door knocker. The dream always ends with the door opening to reveal a blinding white light that Hattie walks into. What do the dreams mean for Hattie and her family? 

After spending two years in Brixton Prison for armed robbery Terry Stapleton is finally being released early for good behaviour. But everyone isn’t pleased to see him out in the open. Terry has a score to settle. Somebody grassed him up to the police for his involvement in the robbery. He aims to find out who did even if it means him tearing Bethnal Green apart in the process 

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Prologue
Hattie Brown made her way through a wild wood with a Jack Russell by her side. Its fur was snow white with patches of hazel brown. The woodland floor, covered with fallen leaves, crumpled and cracked beneath their feet. Hattie knew she was alone in the woods but she had the strange feeling that someone was watching her. Suddenly, without reason, the Jack Russell darted off out of sight. Hattie quickly broke into a run after it. The deeper she ventured into the woods she still couldn’t see any sign of the dog. 

Hattie cupped her hands together and shouted again and again for it to come back. Panic set in. Tears were about to fill her eyes when the Jack Russell began barking in the distance. 

Hattie ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She jumped over a rotting tree stump and ran around a group of trees that were huddled together. She sighed with relief when she saw the Jack Russell sitting on its hind legs barking at an old oak tree that took centre stage in the middle of the wood.

Hattie rushed and knelt beside it. 

“It’s just a tree,” she said. 

The Jack Russell took no notice of her. It continued to bark. Hattie’s jaw fell open in amazement as something unexpected and surreal began to happen. The body of the tree began to move and expand as the woodland floor shook. Leaves floated around Hattie like confetti. After a few moments the shaking stopped and the tree became deathly still. Hattie couldn’t believe her eyes. Built into the trunk of the tree was a red door with a gleaming gold door knob and a door knocker in the shape of a lion’s head.

Open the door, Hattie, instructed a soft male voice in her mind. 

Hattie did as the voice commanded and walked towards the door. She held out her hand, twisted the door knob, and as it creaked open she was engulfed in a bright white light.

 Hattie jolted awake. Her forehead damp with sweat. She found herself standing facing the bedroom door with her hand outstretched towards the handle.

She sighed with frustration then slid back into bed. It had been the fourth time she had dreamed of the woods, the Jack Russell and that mysterious tree. The dreams had started two weeks after her dad died

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Big Boys Don’t Cry(Oh, but they do!)

1) List a book for free on Kindle.

2) Promote said book on various social media platforms.

3) Sit back and wait for the masses to read and enjoy said book.

4) Check 24hrs later with eager anticipation to see how many copies have been downloaded.

5) Cry like a little sissy bitch when one sees that only two copies have been downloaded.

6) Still crying. Like a sissy bitch. Banging head against table top. Crying like a sissy bitch.

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Bad Writer or Bad Story or Just Bad Luck

I don’t profess to be a great writer or a talented wordsmith. But I do think my stories are original and readable. Yet no matter what marketing strategies I apply I can’t seem to sell any of my Ebooks. Even for free! Free I tell thee! Free!

I know the self-publishing market is saturated with poorly written Ebooks (I maybe in that bracket) but even those books have over 10 reviews, mostly positive even though the work is shoddy and the reviewers even point that out.

What I am doing wrong? Nothing? Everything? I may come across as a narcissistic writer (aren’t all writers narcissists anyway) but I’ve tried building a social media profile over the last year and still nothing! Dear God why! 

I’ve heard from other writers that it can take years, effort and money to build a social following. Is that true? Or are they just trying to soften the blow? Am I truly a bad writer and my stories that awful they send people running away in fear of their eyes bleeding. 

Well, I’m still clinging onto the belief that I’m a stranded boat in the Atlantic Ocean sending out signals for assistance. One day a convoy of ships will come and rescue me.

Happy Holidays People! 

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The Curious Story of Hattie Brown- Free Ebook Download!!

Want something to read over the festive period? Then why not try this drama filled story with a nice little helping of fantasy called The Curious Story of Hattie Brown.For the next 5 days The Curious Story of Hattie Brown will be free to download onto your Kindle or Kindle App!

The winning author of Scriggler.com’s 2015 Crime Short Story Competition brings you this unusual tale. 
  Bethnal Green, England, 1962 
After the tragic death of her father fourteen year old Hattie Brown begins to have a recurring dream of a strange and mysterious oak tree. Built into the trunk is a red door with a golden door knob and a lion head door knocker. The dream always ends with the door opening to reveal a blinding white light that Hattie walks into. What do the dreams mean for Hattie and her family? 

After spending two years in Brixton Prison for armed robbery Terry Stapleton is finally being released early for good behaviour. But everyone isn’t pleased to see him out in the open. Terry has a score to settle. Somebody grassed him up to the police for his involvement in the robbery. He aims to find out who did even if it means him tearing Bethnal Green apart in the process 

http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EYOVKG6 
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B00EYOVKG6

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The Curious Story of Hattie Brown

The winning author of Scriggler.com’s 2015 Crime Short Story Competition brings you this unusual tale. 
Bethnal Green, England, 1962 

After the tragic death of her father fourteen year old Hattie Brown begins to have a recurring dream of a strange and mysterious oak tree. Built into the trunk is a red door with a golden door knob and a lion head door knocker. The dream always ends with the door opening to reveal a blinding white light that Hattie walks into. What do the dreams mean for Hattie and her family? 

After spending two years in Brixton Prison for armed robbery Terry Stapleton is finally being released early for good behaviour. But everyone isn’t pleased to see him out in the open. Terry has a score to settle. Somebody grassed him up to the police for his involvement in the robbery. He aims to find out who did even if it means him tearing Bethnal Green apart in the process.

  http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EYOVKG6

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B00EYOVKG6

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