Last week I made an appearance in New Book Day, a webcomic here in Philly written by David Goodman. Dave regularly writes on Geekadelphia, covering comic books, graphic novels and more than occasionally scooping up local event posts. He managed to capture my serious professionalism in selecting writers for the blog.
Written by Lauren Gordon, the article talks about how I met Peter Marinari, the local acoustic pop musician that wrote songs based off my book. We’d known of each other through mutual friends, but I’d yet to actually meet the guy or hear his music. It was the start of an epic bromance.
My prints aren’t as elegantly framed as the ones pictured (I took these images off of the Etsy store’s page). I need to make a note to hit up Ikea to pick up better frames, as they are currently housed in $5 K-Mart frames. Bleh.
When it comes to marketing books, I spend a lot of time sending out press releases, chatting with book bloggers, and coming up with appropriately quirky online campaigns. This past Sunday, I tried something a little different.
I spent time with a book club.
The self dubbed Philly’s Best Book Club consists of 10+ members from the Philly region, who get together the occasional Sunday to chat about their book of choice. I was beyond flattered when they asked if I’d come talk about the publishing / marketing behind Quirk’s latest bestseller, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. It was their first meeting, and they had decided to read a Quirk title. Yay!
So why spend time with a book club with little to no web presence? Well, it’s a pretty fabulous way to interact with book lovers. One on one personal attention? Those readers are going to be some of our most passionate voices.
To my publishing industry friends and peers… seriously, this is one of the best ways to interact with your fans and consumers. If you see an opportunity like this, seize it immediately. “But I’m not the author!” So what? Book lovers are just as interested in learning about how a book gets into their hands.
So that gigantic peach rose out of the sky like… like… well like a giant orange booty along the highway. To get a real sense of its size, you can see Kishwer and I waving our hands around in the lower left hand corner.
As fate would have it, we actually showed up on the very last day of peach picking season. With a storm on its way and the last of the season’s peaches currently ripe to the point of bursting, we were fortunate to show up when we did. We got “big reds” according to the sign in the stand.
I’m not sure what my favorite part of peach picking was. Climbing trees? Kicking rotten fruit at one another? Finding out that out baskets were made by prison inmates down the road? It’s a serious toss up.