Book Trailers – Do they work?

I gave a short presentation in the Waterstones Book shop in Glasgow last Sunday. It was part of an ‘open mic’ session hosted by Indie Authors World.

In the five minutes, (actually lasted more like an agonising ten minutes), allocated I had the opportunity to present my book, MISSING, to the captivated audience.

I started with my trrailer and heard a few gasps – I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing. However everyone enjoyed the talk and said they found the book interesting. The response was honest from the peer group of budding authors, they are all nice friends.

Have a look at the ‘Book Trailer’ and tell me what you think.

MISSING – The trailer

Are these short promotional clips worth the effort?

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Independence Day Parade

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Independence Day Parade

‘Marcel are you coming.’
‘No, not until I get nuggets.’
‘Get out from under the table. Do you want to see the parade?’
‘Yes, but I want nuggets.’
‘Don’t spoil the holiday, son. We’re going now. Bye.’
‘Wait! I want turkey nuggets.’
‘Mom’s already gone to watch the parade. Now come or stay.’
‘Can you buy me nuggets?’
‘Sorry son, Mom’s taken her purse.’
‘Dad, why do we always have to do what Mom’s says?’
‘Let’s go watch the bands.’
‘Okay. Will Mom buy the nuggets afterwards?’
‘Maybe. Just remember independence and freedom works better, if you’re nice to Mom.’

Infatuation

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Infatuation

The draft wafted a fragrance of jasmine across the counter: I looked up.
‘Carmen!’
‘Hello Joe, can I have one for the matinee?’ She fumbled in her handbag. ‘Usual seat, please.’
‘One? What’s happened to John?’
‘Please, I am in a hurry.’ She passed over the ten-dollar bill and grabbed the ticket. A silver ring rolled from her purse and fell behind the counter.
‘I’ll get that.’ I held it up as she walked away. ‘Carmen, your ring.’
‘Keep it, throw it. I don’t care.’
She slammed the door as she rushed out.
Yes! Tomorrow, I’ll ask her to dinner.

 

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This week I prepared a basic book trailer for my novel MISSING. It is on my author page, if you would like to watch it..

Author Page- James McEwan

 

Flight to Freedom

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Flight to Freedom

Susan MacKay was travelling to Australia, and to a new teacher’s post in Brisbane.
Her stomach churned; was her flight delayed?
Oh no! She had planned to be airborne when the kitchen exploded into flames and the fire brigade found her husband’s charred remains. Forensics would conclude he died of an overdose and of gas inhalation. Suicide. An insurance payout.
His gambling debts and affairs drove her to a mental breakdown.
“Would Mrs MacKay please report to the information desk?”
She froze. Had he escaped? Did the burning candle not ignite the gas?
“Last call for Mrs MacKay at gate 10C.”

Grandma’s Home

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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett

Grandma’s Home

My Grandma’s cottage is a museum now; clean and full of curiosities that visitors point at. Her blackened kettle and the old iron shine as if new.

She was a small woman, but resilient, strong and religiously devout. Like my grandfather and father, I would shake in terror when she called us for dinner.

She rapped our knuckles with the spoon if any hands, faces or finger nails showed traces of lead dust. We prayed, thankful for our cleanliness and our daily bread.

Grandma believed that personal pride was above poverty, and every home in our community washed their steps.

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This week’s photograph remined me of my visits to Wanlockhead – now a tourist/museum site.

https://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/wanlockhead/wanlockhead/index.html

 

If Ever I Should Sail Away

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PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

If Ever.

If ever I should sail away to sea
I’ll search the sun-drenched distant shores
until I find a beating heart in love with me.
Like some rare endangered precious flower,
whose fragrance scent of flirtatious honey
will captivate my mind and soul and body.
In such a paradise I would live to be free,
And I’ll never return to this darn land.
Should I ever sail away, to sea.

Just Another Day

The prompt from our writing group was; “It started out as just another day.”

Try a Villanelle piece of poetry, someone suggested.

“”Villanelle, also known as villanesque[1], is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. The villanelle is an example of a fixed verse form””

Here is my contribution:

Just Another Day

It started out as just another day
Travelling to work seated on the bus
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

My heart leapt and mind raced, what should I say?
She shuffled in her seat making a fuss
It started out as just another day

Please don’t start chatting, I silently pray
Her phone won’t work and she mumbles a cuss
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

She shrugs and grins, and asks me if she may
Borrow my mobile to call her bumbling boss
It started out as just another day

I thought no! and said please nothing to pay
Whatever he said, she couldn’t give a toss
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

She was sacked from her job, no work that day
I held her hand, it’s now the two of us
It started out as just another day
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away.

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Blind Faith

 

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll 

Chantal was five today, and we played her favourite game.
When she was three someone asked why she didn’t wear a blindfold like everyone else.
‘If the other children wear blindfolds, then I want one too,’ she declared.
I smiled, she needed to be like everyone else, inclusive, and fair.
It was as if she had a sixth sense and pinned the tail on the rear rump of the donkey accurately. How does she do it?
‘I just imagine what you describe. Am I right?’ she said.
Next week her Labrador arrives, and we’ll watch them walk in the park.

 

 

Lady in the Bauble – Literally Stories Re-runs

Literally Stories select a piece from their enormous archive and show case it on their Sunday “Literally Reruns”.

I was surprised this afternoon to find the team had published my story today. Thank you guys and a great thank you to Sharon Frame Gay for selecting it. Have a look at Sharon’s work, click on her name.

Find the story on the link below.

Literally Stories – Lady in the Bauble.

 

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A scene from Sainsbury’s slick Christmas advert recreating the truce

 

Gene Pool

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Gene pool

You know Mary, this takes me back to our swimming galas.
Oh Jeff, fifty years ago and it seems like yesterday.
What did you used to say as we raced?
Yep, and I won the School Gold-Band five times.
Our grandchildren take after you, Mary. They should win the relay, again this year.
Persistence and practice, Jeff, that’s how you win trophies.
I know, but I always kept focused on the bigger prize.
Oh Jeff, are you jealous of my Olympic golds?
Mary you’re an inspiration and always were. What did you used to say?
You’ll never catch me.