Patti Diener’s THE CLOCK TOWER OF MAPLE CREEK -Part Two / Read for FREE!

Hello lovely readers!

I have to be honest with you all that lately I’ve fallen victim of the depression called CABIN FEVER. It showed it’s ugly face later than most people have experienced, and I was pretty surprised when I realized that THAT was why I’d developed such a foul attitude. Huh… and I thought I was handling this whole Covid thing so well. I guess I’m human after all.

The only outings I’ve had have been my two days I’m allowed to work and going to the grocery store periodically. I must admit I feel good behind the wheel of my car, (Ruby is her name), with the solitude, music, and wind in my hair. But I guess lately that hasn’t felt like enough.

So what to do about it? I am doing what I always do and that is write. I promised to continue to share the story of my Kentucky town I call, Maple Creek, and all the fun characters that reside there. Since I cannot GO to Kentucky as I planned for this past April, I have been writing about it and will let you read the entire first chapter in sections.

Today we continue with Virginia and Albert’s story that took place fifty-seven years ago. If you have NOT read the beginning of this chapter, please click HERE, and read first. You can click the go back arrow after to continue onto this post. Don’t forget to leave a comment after reading these posts so I can get feedback on the story. Remember, this has NOT been edited yet so nothing is set in stone. I’m simply sharing with you all the beginning of the story to contribute something positive during this quarantined time. I truly hope you enjoy it.

Happy Reading!

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Four days to go. The Jubilee was Saturday and on that Wednesday before, Albert waited at Parker’s Soda Shop for Virginia to come in and bump into him. She was working at the courthouse for the summer and he was taking his lunch break from working on the clock. With any luck, he’d have the intricate machine running by Thursday night, maybe Friday. It was starting to finally look more promising. He smiled to himself as he poked at his fries on the plate while sitting at the counter.

The glass door dinged with the entrance of a beautiful girl wearing a red, poka-dot dress and lipstick. Virginia’s eyes sparkled as she spotted him sitting in his coveralls and ball cap. He knew he should feel unworthy sitting in blue collar work clothes, but he didn’t care. She wanted to be with him just as he was, and knowing that made pride swell up in his chest. He smiled back, putting a fry into his mouth.

“Hey Virginia. You come for the office lunch order, honey?” Mable called out from behind the counter, her pink uniform fully filled out, plump brown cheeks smiling wide.

“Hey Mable. Yes, I know I’m early. Thought I’d grab a malt while I waited if that’s ok,” she sat down on the stool next to him.

“Don’t you look purty,” he said quietly, never losing eye contact with her sky baby blues.

“Well Albert James,” she pretended to be surprised. “I guess y’all are still working on our town hall clock. How’s that comin’?”

Nearly laughing at her performance, Albert nodded. “It’s going well, Virginia. I believe by tomorra night or Friday mornin’ I will have it runnin’. When I give it a test run you should hear it chime throughout the town.”

From a booth near the back of the shop, a voice came mocking, and petty.

“I’m bettin’ you don’t. I’m bettin’ you are just a hick from the sticks that’s trying to impress the Mayor so you can get to his daughta.”

Albert and Virginia both snapped their heads around. Suddenly a stuffed shirt and tie stood up from the red vinyl seat, jacket swung over the shoulder, he started their way. Theo sported a smug smile underneath his derby hat. Virginia exhaled dramatically.

“Oh geez, Theo! What would you know about clocks anyway? Albert is a genius. He will have it runnin’ in time for the Jubilee and at high noon he’s going to reveal it to the whole town with its twelve chimes. Saturday’s celebration will go long into the night and with the whole town square lit up and decorated, our beautiful clock tower will be the center piece, finally working again. Isn’t that right Albert?”

She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder but Albert was locking horns with Theo in their stares. Who would look away first? Albert put another fry into his mouth and raised an eyebrow. Theo continued his evil smile and tipped his hat to them both.

“I’m bettin’ ole Albert here is in way over his head. Anyway, don’t put too much hope into it runnin’, Virginia sweetheart. Your daddy will have to hire someone professional from out of town, no doubt. But for the town’s sake, I hope you are right. Would be embarrassin’ if the thang failed on the day of Jubilee. Right Albert?”

“Well I’d ask for your help Theo, but I wouldn’t want you to get your suit dirty. Might get strangled by that tie if it got caught in the teeth of the gears. Dangerous business,” Albert turned to face him directly, smiling back, hands on his thighs.

“Here’s your malt, Virginia honey. Strawberry, your favorite.”

Mable set the glass down and eyed the group and hesitated, first eyeing Theo then Albert, before slowly walking away to fill the coffee cups of the other customers.

“Y’all have a nice day,” Theo said shaking his head and walking outside, doorbell dinging as he left.

“I swear!” Virginia said.

“Oh don’t pay him any mind,” Albert said. He could easily let Theo boil his blood but he chose to focus on how beautiful Virginia looked sitting next to him. “He’s all hat and no cattle. Did I tell you what a purty dress that is?”

She laughed and they turned to face each other on the bar stools. Virginia grabbed her malt and sipped from the straw, never taking her eyes off of Albert. The red from her lipstick leaving a print on her straw made him ache to be that straw. To feel her soft lips on his again, just like they were in the alley between the Maple Creek Hotel and the bank. They’d ducked under the cover of trees when it started to rain, warm, windy, and humid.

Mable placed a large paper sack on the counter. “Here’s the office order, sweetie. I put some ketchup packs in for the Mayor’s hamburger. I know he likes extra. Miss Brittany’s turkey on rye has extra mayo too. The only other order was your Club Sandwich. I will put it all on the tab.”

Virginia finished up her malt and turned to Mable. “Thank you, Mable. It was good to see you. I’m also glad to catch up with Albert, here. He has been working so hard for our town lately, put his meal on the courthouse tab too. I will tell Daddy. It’s the least we can do.”

“Uh, no Mable. Thank ya, Virginia, but no. I pay my own way. It will all come out in my bill to the city. I appreciate it though,” he put a hand over her hand on the counter.

Mable watched him touch Virginia’s hand and she smirked, her shiny brown cheeks curling into a knowing grin as she sashayed away.  

“Guess you gotta go now huh?” he leaned in closer to whisper. “When am I gonna see you again. I can’t keep this up much longa, Virginia. I wanna kiss you right now!”

She giggled and touched her flaxen hair. Looking around at the nearly full counter and half full booths, he knew she was surveying the people in there that might talk to her father.

“I will call you tonight. Say nine o’clock? You think you will be home by then?” she asked.

“I’m gonna work as late as I can on the clock so make it ten. But don’t forget. I’m goin’ crazy not being with ya.”

“You gotta take a break for dinner right? I get off at five,” she looked around smiling and stood slowly. “I parked on the corner of The Square. Wait for me by the bank and I will see you thera as I’m walking to my car,” she was smiling and whispering threw her teeth. He had to laugh at how bad she was at this charade. Then suddenly she loudly said, “Ok, well it was so nice getting caught up Albert. Great to see y’all again. Bye Mable!”

He watched her leave as he cleaned his plate of the last fry. He finished his Coke and left money on the counter for Mable. One day, and he hoped it would be soon, he would be able to walk out with Virginia, holding her hand. But if she wanted him to wait for the clock tower reveal to tell her father, then he guessed he could wait a few more days.

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 The day drug on as Virginia watched the time move slower and slower, waiting to see Albert again. When five o’clock rolled around, her father and most of the staff had gone because of a last minute firework show emergency. They all went to Lexington to meet with the pyrotechnics to make sure they’d be able to shoot off the fireworks on Saturday’s event. Only Virginia and the secretaries Brittany, and Rose remained.

 Maple Creek’s rock, and lead secretary, Rose, sat at the entryway desk grabbing for her purse and smiled as Virginia walked to the huge double doors to leave. The clicking of her heals on the marble floors echoed so loudly that Virginia felt completely conspicuous in the two story foyer of the courthouse.

“Have a good evening sweetheart,” Rose called to her. “It is so good having you work here with your daddy this summer. Your momma would be so proud. I guess you will be moving this fall for school won’t you?”

Rose was like part of her family. She lived in Maple Creek her whole life, knew both Virginia’s parents before she was even born, and when her mother died she was a great comfort to Virginia. This made it difficult to lie to her about Albert. But she knew he was waiting for her and Virginia just wanted to get going and not get into a lengthy discussion about her future.

“I guess so. Well, I will see you tomorrow. Have a good evening Rose. Bye!” and she squeezed through the double doors before Rose could even respond.

Guilt was weighing heavily. Her head swung back and forth, eyes darting, as she walked the sidewalks of The Town Square nervously. Walking first left, then at the corner, she crossed Court Street right, onto Green Street, towards the beautiful Maple Creek Hotel, established in 1886. It stood four stories high and came just before the Maple Creek Bank. Her eyes shifting around looking for Albert. Many people were on the streets now, just leaving work. She made it to the hotel and still no sign of him. As she neared the alley between the hotel and the bank she heard footsteps behind her growing closer. Turning around there he was and she let out a small yelp.

“Easy there beautiful,” he said. He’d taken off his coveralls and wore jeans and a short sleeved button up shirt. His soft, deep voice made her legs feel weak.

“Whera?…whera did you come from?” she looked around a minute then walked over like she was headed to the bank, even though it was closing.

“I was at the hotel. I went inside and looked around a bit. When I saw you through the winda I walked outside.”

He leaned against a post on the sidewalk outside the bank and she leaned against the building, close but not so close they were touching. She wanted to touch him though. Her breathing was rapid. Anxiety mixed with excitement. She was losing control of the façade. A sexy smile across his face, hair hanging down in his eyes, it was apparent that Albert could care less about what others thought. But Virginia just needed to keep their secret a few more days. She had to find a way to convince her father of Albert’s worthiness to be part of their family. Of course she knew he was far more suitable than Theo, but her father had such strong opinions, it scared her to think of what he’d say or do. And despite how difficult she knew her father could be, Virginia loved him very much.

“What are we doin’ Virginia?” Albert stared at her with a coy, teasing smile. His eyes seduced her right there on the street and she was certain anyone walking by would be able to see how badly she wanted to be with him.

She walked into the alley. He slowly followed, she walked the length of the buildings and turned to walk behind the bank and stopped. There was nobody out there. An empty field was behind the buildings, the distance of a full block until Second Street ran parallel behind a row of thickly lined trees. Birds chirped in the summer air. Shadows ran along the back side of the buildings from the trees, and then Albert appeared around the corner. Virginia grabbed his shirt and pressed her lips to his, hard and fast.  

They stood against the wall kissing and holding each other, desperate to feel every touch, and knowing the moment wouldn’t last.

“What will you do, Virginia? How will this change once the Jubliee is over? Will you tell your fatha about us?” he asked her between kissing her mouth and ears, and neck.

She couldn’t think. Their kissing had never been so passionate. She dropped her purse, moved her hands through his hair and up and down his chest. The height of him towered above her as she pressed her back against the warmth of the building. He wanted an answer.

“I’m in love with ya Virginia. I want to marry ya.”

She stopped. Her head snapped up to look into his onyx eyes with their dark lashes. His full lips, red with her lipstick and moist from their kisses, said again what she thought she heard the first time.

“I mean it Virginia. I love ya. I want to marry ya. So you’d betta find a way to tell your fatha, before I do it myself.”

And just like that. He handed her back her purse she dropped and walked away from her, wiping her lipstick off his mouth with the back of his hand, then walked back up the alley and onto the street.

When she fixed her dress and hair, Virginia walked back up the alley and over to her car that was on Green Street, just down from the bank. When she got inside, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her lipstick gone, a smile spread across her entire face.

“I love ya too Albert,” she said to herself.

As she pulled out onto the street and drove away, she had no idea that across the street, in the Town Green standing by the fountain, Theo had been watching. He’d seen first Albert walk up the alley alone and watched him turn the corner, back up towards the Town Hall. Then looking back, Theo saw a girl in a red polka-dot dress walking up the same alley. Virginia.

Theo pursed his lips, squinted his eyes, and adjusted his hat. Then turning slowly, he looked up at the clock tower, exhaling smoke from his mouth while teeth clenched his cigarette.

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OK FOLKS… that’s the second post on Chapter One from THE CLOCK TOWER OF MAPLE CREEK. I will continue to post the entire first chapter in segments over the next few weeks. Don’t forget to leave a comment and share on your social media accounts so I can get more feedback.

Stay safe, stay well, and thanks for reading.

Sneak Peek of the New Book by Patti Diener

Hey there everyone. If you are just now finding me, I’m Patti Diener, public school librarian, and romance novelist. My debut novel, AFTER THE FIRE (click the link), is available on Amazon in paperback or eBook, and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. But today’s blog is about something new.

As I promised, I am going to allow you all to take a look at the beginning of my new book that I am calling THE CLOCK TOWER OF MAPLE CREEK. Of course you understand that nothing is set in stone at this point. I am currently just starting chapter six and only about a quarter of the way into this first draft of the novel. There is much to edit! But considering these unusual circumstances with all of us on basic house arrest, I thought I’d lend to your reading material.

For starters, you will want to know what it’s about. I’ve written the summary only once or twice and not even all the way through but I’ll give it a go here, knowing I will need to tweak this as well, and trim it up. Howerver, I trust you readers to understand all this. Work in progress you know.

Working on the next chapter

So first the summary then below I will add the first few pages to the opening scene of Chapter One. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Lost loves and new beginnings. Two couples from different generations share one thing. They love the small Kentucky town of Maple Creek.

Fifty-seven years ago, Albert James was an average, eighteen year old, blue collar Kentucky boy, and he was in love with Virginia Kemp. She was smart, funny, and beautiful, but she also happened to be the town mayor’s daughter. They were keeping their love a secret until Albert could prove to be worthy of Virginia by repairing the town’s clock tower in time for the Fourth of July Jubilee.

 Virginia hoped Albert would be the hero of Maple Creek, by restoring the iconic landmark to its former glory. But when things didn’t work out as planned, and there was a huge misunderstanding, Albert left town before Virginia could make things right between them, and she never had the chance to tell her father about him.

Years later in Maple Creek, the now widowed Virginia, has a granddaughter Paris Holloway, who is the mayor and running for her second term. Beloved by all, Paris has campaigned on refurbishing the Town Square to its late nineteenth century charm. This includes fixing the still non-functioning clock tower. With pressure mounting in her campaign, she knows she will have to call on friends to help her. Her grandmother thinks handsome Oliver Wick, is just the guy. He’s handy with restoration and a very popular contractor. He reminds Virginia of a young man she knew long ago.

Oliver has worked closely with Paris over the years and although they are old schoolmates, he’s grown fonder of her than he’d like to admit. When Paris’ ex-fiancé shows back up on the scene with a promised business deal that will help her campaign, Oliver worries the pompous lawyer will try to win Paris back. And although he is a wonderful rehab contractor, Oliver knows nothing about the workings of clocks. But in a nearby town, a reclusive, old gentleman is rumored to still live, who once worked on the time piece. Can Oliver convince the secluded man to help him out and return to Maple Creek?

Ok folks! That’s the summary. I know it needs work but the beauty of that is I have LOADS OF TIME NOW… Without further ado, I give you the first scene in Chapter One, of THE CLOCK TOWER OF MAPLE CREEK.

PART ONE

57 YEARS AGO

CHAPTER ONE

Love’s Inception

Trickles of sweat came down both sides of Albert’s face, feeling like the light legs of spiders inching their way down from his brow to his cheeks. Grease on both hands, he couldn’t even wipe it away in the humid night air. The tight quarters of the clock tower gave little room to work in, and the light from his head lamp was dimming. He was running out of time.

            Albert James had been handy with anything mechanical since the day he was born. Inquisitive, he took toys apart just to put them back together again as a child. All through his teenage years, he fixed people’s cars, and worked on tractors, but what he really loved was making clocks. He’d gotten a job working at his uncle’s jewelry store one summer, and found that repairing customer’s watches and clocks, was his favorite part of the job. He eventually bought kits to create clocks for walls, tabletops, and he’d gone to people’s homes to repair their handsome, heirloom grandfather clocks.

His senior year of high school, Albert fell in love with Virginia Kemp. She was confident, smart, extremely beautiful, and also the town mayor’s daughter. Maple Creek, Kentucky, was a lovely town to grow up in, but Virginia came from high society and politicians, while Albert’s family, from the proverbial, other side of the tracks, was the blue collar, paycheck to paycheck sort of folks. Never afraid of hard work, Albert was proud, and always found ways to make money. No trust funds in the James family for him to count on. But he didn’t care. Albert was happy in his work and his life.

Virginia had secretly seen Albert, for months. Since they’d just graduated, he knew she’d be off to some fancy, all girl’s university in the fall, something planned for her since birth, while he would attend community college nearby for business. Community college was just fine for Albert, but it was clear that he would have to dazzle the mayor if he were ever to date his daughter openly. Dazzle him, was exactly what Albert was going to do once he got this clock tower running again. But his promise to bring the town’s dead time piece back to life in time for the Fourth of July Jubilee, was beginning to look grim. He only had a week left, and now laying upside-down inside the tower, in the Kentucky summer humidity, he questioned his sanity for even suggesting he could do it.

Voices from below in The Town Square, brought Albert to a sitting position. Grabbing the rag out of his jeans pocket, he dabbed the moisture from his brow, upper lip, and neck. It was a couple from his high school, running across the lawn of The Town Green, where they snuck into the gazebo, giggling and hiding within the shadows of the structure. Smiling now, he remembered sitting with Virginia on the bench of that turret shaped building, just months ago. It was where he first held her hand. Of course the moment only lasted a few minutes, both fearing someone might see, but the memory of that first touch he knew would last him a lifetime. Electrifying.

Flipping around again, break was over, and Albert was back to the task of trying to fix what others mutilated. Not realizing the damage that would be done to such an intricate machine, someone tried to modernize the clock with electricity. The weighted system was impaired, but Albert was sure he could bring it back. At least, that was his hope since he’d promised it to the mayor. His name and word were hanging in the balance. Not to mention his relationship with Virginia. How he adored her.

As he worked tirelessly, Albert was motivated by the thought of Virginia’s laugh. How the corners of her eyes and nose crinkled as she did. He loved making her laugh. Once he proved himself worthy to the mayor, and gained the trust of the town’s people, Albert would get his business degree and run his own store. Maybe he’d take over his uncle’s jewelry shop, where he’d make and repair clocks, as well as sell and fix jewelry.  He’d marry Virginia and they’d raise children in Maple Creek.

  The Victorian era being its heyday, Maple Creek was a town of about eight thousand and was splendid for raising kids. It had a wonderfully thriving business district that was picture perfect, and just thirty minutes outside of Lexington, was attracting more families.  It had tree lined streets, with lovely homes flanked with flowering shrubs, and lawns in every yard. White picketed fences abounded, and in the winter, snow and lovely Christmas lights all around. Kids on bikes, playing near the creek beds, or filling the soda shop, made it perfect as any Norman Rockwell painting. He loved his town. He wanted a life in Maple Creek with Virginia.

Once Albert restored the clock, he also understood he’d be the one to become the town’s clock-keeper, something commendable for certain, but mostly he just wanted to make sure nobody ever tried to electrify the damn thing again! He’d had to look for all the old parts just to start the project, the anchor, the pendulum, the weights, were all found in the basement.  He also didn’t want to have to count on anyone else to show up every week, at the same time, to wind, oil, and inspect the clock. It would be a commitment Albert would not only find pleasing, but be proud to do. If he could just get the damn thing working again.

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“Virginia? Can you please come in hera and give me a hand, Sweet Pea?”

Her father, Mayor Jonathan Kemp, was busy at their dining room table with papers spread all across it. The Fourth of July Jubilee was only a week away and there was much to do. Since her mother died when she was ten, her father leaned on Virginia for a woman’s touch, and female advice when it came to certain planning of intimate parties at their grand home, or ceremonial celebrations in town. Even though he had people for that, Mayor Kemp always asked for Virginia’s input.

“Daddy, I’m sure whatever you have come up with will be wonderful,” she said descending the fabulous, sweeping staircase of their Southern Colonial Mansion that sat just outside of town.

  As she entered the formal dining room, complete with heavy drapery, and dark, ornate, mahogany furniture, her father had large scrolls of papers that the whole town square was drawn out on. It indicated where certain booths would be, and where all the flags, bows, and red, white and blue bunting would go, decorating each point of interest. In particular, the gazebo and fountain would be decorated within The Town Green, right in the center of The Square, and the most elaborately decorated area would be the Town Hall Clock Tower. It had huge bunting around the bottom of the four faces, and strung white lights to run vertically, up and down the entire length of the tall tower.

Virginia nodded her blonde head in approval as she saw what was drawn. “Daddy this is wonderful. Everyone will agree. But is there a way to light up the gazebo as well?”

“Marvelous idea, Sweet Pea! I’ll ask Teddy, if he can look into that.”

Teddy, was her father’s oldest friend and a city councilman. Whenever Mayor Kemp needed something, Teddy, Theodore Gilbert, was there to help him look good. Teddy was also the father of Theodore Gilbert Junior, Theo.

Since they were children, Virginia’s family and Theo’s joked about how wonderful it would be if the two kids grew up and got married. Theo graduated in Virginia’s class and was headed to Princeton in the fall. Teddy was grooming Theo for politics since birth. He wore a tie, sport jacket, and slacks nearly every day their senior year, until the weather warmed too much to warrant the jacket. Still he carried it over his shoulder like a prop. He was the president of their class all four years of high school, head of the debate team, and undefeated champion of The Chess Club… and Virginia couldn’t stand him.

Arrogance in a person was a trait Virginia despised! He had wholesome good looks, perfectly combed hair, and a winning smile, but it was too showy for her. Basically fake. He was also a fabulous liar. From elementary school on, Virginia had witnessed his denial of so many things he’d done, charming the teachers with feigned politeness, blaming others that lacked his skill for deceit. Theo could get away with murder, but Virginia always saw right through him. For this, he tried extra hard to impress her. Not because Theo actually liked Virginia, but mostly she knew he just hated that she didn’t swoon all over him, or fall for his charms. Things usually came easy for Theo, but he never could win over Virginia.

Albert James was different. She’d always known Albert, but during their senior year, they had several classes together and she began watching him. His strong build, unpretentious clothes, and quiet ways, intrigued her. But when he asked to sit next to her in Government Class, his voice was deep and smooth as silk. His slightly shaggy, black hair combed back with the front falling into his onyx dark eyes was alluring like James Dean. He looked into her eyes, but it felt like he could see right down into her soul. She nodded weakly at him to take a seat.

They had lunch together that day under the large Oak in the courtyard of the school and that was that. Virginia was hooked. But because Theo mocked them and reminded Virginia how The Mayor, would expect more for his daughter than a poor, handyman, she suggested they see each other secretly.

“Are you ashamed of me, Virginia?” he asked in his thick, southern drawl. “I’m not beneath your family or that Theo’s for that matta. Just because my family doesn’t come from money, we work hard for what we have. I’m going to own my own stora someday, and I will have a nice house in town too. I might not become some fancy lawya, like Theo, but not because I couldn’t. I just have otha ideas for a life that suits me. I was hoping you’d be in it.”

When Albert said those things, Virginia could see his passion and it made her like him even more. She was drawn to Albert and didn’t ever want him to think she could be ashamed of him. She grabbed his hand, and kissed his knuckles, smiled up at his serious, wrinkled brow.

“Oh, Albert. I could never be ashamed of you. I only want to be with ya. Don’t worry about Theo. Let me deal with him. But he is right about one thang. My daddy is very insistent that I attend college before I marry. He doesn’t want me to date because he’s worried it will derail my plans. We have to keep this quiet until I can thank of a way to persuade Daddy that my seeing you is a good thang. Just for now…can we please see each utha secretly? Please Albert?”

And he’d agreed. She flashed her best smile at him and it worked. Albert’s face softened and he pulled her into a hug. That day was five months ago, and still Virginia knew her father wasn’t keen on Albert James yet.

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OK…. That’s the first scene. You can leave a comment to let me know what you think so far. I will post more of this first chapter on the next blog post. If you like my content, it would be great if you’d click the share button to your social media accounts to spread the word. I could use all the feedback I can get. Remember, I am still in the wirting process. I will edit it all when I am done with the book.

Thank you for reading today. I wish you all a stress free quarantine. Stay well, get outside for fresh air when you can. Hope to hear from you soon.

HAPPY READING!

Self Publishing On Multiple Platforms/ Get Your Book Out There!

When I first released my baby… my debut novel, AFTER THE FIRE out into the world, I chose the self publishing route. Very exciting times. However, I guess you don’t know what you don’t know,… until you know it. I thought by using Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing to publish both my paperback and ebook, that I was limited to just using their platform for getting my book out into the world. I was wrong!

What I did RIGHT was I bought my own ISBN numbers. I bought 5 of them. That’s the number above the barcode on the backs of all paperback books. It is also what identifies any book in any format, like an ebook or audiobook. Since I have my own ISBN numbers or, international standard book number, I can publish my book anywhere I want. I didn’t know that. I have been limiting myself since I released my book in November of 2019, to sales from either Amazon itself, (paperback, ebook, and Kindle Unlimited) or me getting my book out there to indie bookstores. Loads of work and very time consuming.

So here we are now, with this absurd new virus that has us all quarantined to our houses and limiting us to short times at the grocery stores, take out only food, Netflix binging, online doctor visits, and ATM banking, (bring your sani-wipes). No concerts, no birthday parties, no weddings, no Friday night congregating at the bar, or…and here’s the scariest one… no going into work if you cannot stay separated from others. Hmm that’s only a few of the no’s. The one that has impacted me the most this week is the number of author events I had to cancel. I had three things I could not attend and let me tell you, it’s affecting my book sales.

Me about to write

If I had known I could publish with another company called Ingram Sparks, I would be getting far better sales nationwide into bookstores. Shop owners would be more apt to pick up my book to sell if the wholesaler’s discount were better, and Amazon doesn’t offer great wholesaler perks. With Ingram, it’s a far better deal for them. Also, I could be selling on Google Play, Nook, or Apple Play so my book won’t just be available electronically to Kindle owners only. It will be available to a wider audience. NOW I KNOW! I’m working on all of this.

So in the meanwhile what CAN we do during the quarantine? Well first off I would like to suggest you read books! Online or actual books. You remember books? Made of paper and have binding? I’m not just saying to buy MY book…(ok you can get it here ), but read something that is entertaining to you or teaches you something. Since we cannot travel much right now, I am about to start a novel about a Parisian restauranteur, that discovers an astonishing novel in a quaint bookshop and takes her on an unusual journey when she realizes the book it about HER! It’s called THE INGREDIENTS OF LOVE, by Nicolas Barreau. I will let you know what I thought later if you go to Goodreads. I will write a review.

Speaking of reviews…if you happened to have read my novel, AFTER THE FIRE, please consider writing an honest and unbiased review on either Amazon or Goodreads. This helps my book to get better recognition and ratings. All authors depend on reviews. Thanks in advance for doing this. Highly appreciate it.

During this strange and unexpected time we are experiencing globally, the best thing we can do is remain calm. Instead of panicking and being reactive, try to breathe deep, remember all your blessings, and take advantage of this time to slow down life a little. Live simply and practice gratitude. You will feel less stressed about the situation, and quite possibly improve your immune system in the process.

For my contribution to your FREE reading during this time, I can not only offer my book FREE on Kindle Unlimited, but right here on my blog, by the end of the month, I will post the first few pages of my new novel, THE CLOCK TOWER OF MAPLE CREEK. Be looking for it on my next post.

Stay safe. Stay well. Keep reading.

Book Reviews- Very Important for Debut Authors

It’s a good thing I enjoy driving. Hitting the open road, music up loud, windows down, sunroof open (lately because of our early spring weather), puts my mind right. I’d be in trouble if I didn’t love it because that’s all I’ve been doing. I’m out trying to spread the word about my new book.

It’s all wonderful getting my book into some bookstores and retailers, but I’ve learned it’s not going to be enough without a key thing ALL authors need. Book reviews.

I was fortunate enough to get a quick 25 – 30 reviews collectively from my eBook and paperback versions on Amazon. But the reviews have literally STOPPED coming in. That’s scary. I know folks are still buying the book from my reports. Still that also ebbs and flows with the tides of people’s busy lives and pocket books. I try to remind folks AFTER THE FIRE is Free on Kindle Unlimited. Click here to get it.

My ad for the upcoming event

So I go out and meet the public as much as I possibly can to promote my book. Above is my recent ad I created for next month. I have another event coming up for the Mendocino Book Company too. March will be busy. Hoping for good sales but also hoping some of them will post a review. An HONEST review and it cannot come from folks that sound too chummy with me. Amazon flags those and usually won’t post them. Understandably.

I got a wonderful surprise from a gal I met through my social media accounts. We follow each other across the country with the power of modern technology. She suddenly asked me if I’d like her to give me an honest review. Most certainly! Her name is Jane and she manages a website called booksandblueeyes.blogspot.com and you can read the review she gave me there. Just click the link above to read. You should be able to hit your back arrow to return here.

I am so grateful every day for the support I’ve gotten as a debut novelist. I have to say the biggest obstacle I’ve come up against is time. I don’t have enough of it. But then again, nobody really does. We all just try our best to fit everything in and sometimes we can…other times its a balancing act that feels unstable. As long as we keep going forward with grateful hearts and enjoy the journey, that’s all we can expect from ourselves. For now, I might be tired, but I’m really having a good time.

Thanks for following along. Happy reading my friends.

Marketing a Self-Published Book/Book Signing at Copperfield’s Books

When you are self-published, you have to hustle. It’s not enough to click the magical publish button, and then pray people buy your book. It it entirely up to you to get the word out that you have something people need.

This weekend, I am invited to return a second time to Copperfield Books in Calistoga, to promote my book. This time I will be signing books and selling them from the store front. If you haven’t met me before and are curious about my book, AFTER THE FIRE, please stop by the store Saturday, February 8th and ask me about it.

In addition to the Calistoga signing, I am working out a date to do a signing at the Healdsburg, Copperfield Bookstore as well. I love this company and their stores are charming and very community oriented. Another place I am scheduled to do an author event in is Ukiah’s Mendocino Book Company. More to come on that soon.

If you have self-published and are curious about setting up consignments for your book, the key is DON’T BE SHY! I know most writers are fairly introverted and not great at talking about themselves or public speaking. It really is something you have to practice. But the only thing I can say to be helpful is… get over it! You will stumble, and misspeak. You might find yourself sweating or even forgetting your own name, (yep it happened). The thing is, just calm down, breathe deep, and know that bookstore owners and managers are mostly kind, and welcome authors with open arms.

The writing community is very supportive. Believe it or not, I found that the more vulnerable you are, and the more honest you are about what you don’t know, the more folks step up to help you. Don’t try to act like you know what you are doing if you don’t. Just find out who handles consignments for the store, get their contact information, and don’t forget to leave a copy of your book with a business card or promotional information for them.

Next important thing is to FOLLOW UP! You won’t get a “yes,” every time, but most times stores are willing to carry your book. I recently drove to a store not knowing if they would want to carry my book or not and by the time I left, I had given them the books from my car to sell, and now am planning a date in May for an author event. This was at the fabulous Gallery Bookshop in Mendocino, California.

Author events are great, but they are not all you have to do. You have to work social media to death! You have to advertise with paid promotions, create ads for your accounts, and you have to enter your work into contests. People have to know you exist.

Fults Family Vineyard Tasting Room in Lower Lake
also carries my book!
My Valentine’s Ad

This takes time. I am still building a following and it’s not easy. In fact it’s kicking my butt since I have a full time job. Still, it’s really the best part of my day when I get to do things like this… blog about writing and publishing.

In learning all that I have had to learn over the past four years, I’ve got to say that I truly love the process of publishing. I might have made some mistakes along the way, and I know better now what to do and NOT to do, but I’m hoping to help others who are trying to publish their work. There were countless people that helped me, so I would love to pay it forward. I’m toying with the idea of starting a Youtube channel to talk about publishing. Stay tuned.

If you are in the neighborhood of Calistoga, on Saturday Feb. 8th, come on over and say hello. I’d love to see y’all and talk books.

Happy Reading!

Copperfield Bookstore Author Panel / Patti Diener To Attend

Time management is tricky for me these days. I have many hats I’m wearing and need to be proficient in all my roles. As publicist, booking events for me to attend to promote my book, AFTER THE FIRE, is where I have to be extremely efficient. But self care is what I’m putting high on my agenda these days. Without it, I would crash and burn. Since I cannot afford to do that, I choose to take better care of myself.

Today after work, before returning emails, responding to social media, placing more phone calls, or EVEN blogging, I took my daily walk. Getting out into nature after a long day of public schooling (or adulting as it were), I needed it to unwind and lower my anxiety levels. I could feel my stress levels plummet as I watched a flock of quail scamper about under the Manzanita. Then I stumbled across a huge cluster of wild mushrooms of some kind. I’m no expert that’s for sure, but these colorful fungi were very interesting and I had to snap a picture.

Mushrooms by Patti Diener
Found these on my walk

But once I returned I settled back into my office and focused on my days ahead. The calendar revealed I have an event next week on Thursday, January 23, 2020. I will be sitting on an author panel at Copperfield Books from 5:00 – 6:30pm in Calistoga, California. I am told I will be with about 4 other authors, all having written different genre books, and folks will hear a little from each of us about what we’ve written, and why. Not being very experienced with this kind of thing, I am just as curious to find out how it goes as you might be. Either way, it’s publicity and networking with other authors. Win-win.

Most recently, I have contacted Sonoma Magazine’s editor about possibly featuring my book in their magazine. I just emailed her last night so fingers crossed that goes well. I have a list of places to contact. I just need to organize my secretary, publicist, bookkeeper, and file clerk so they all are on track. Yes, they are all me! Prioritizing and having a weekly check list is helpful. I’m learning.

If you are thinking about self publishing a book, know this… it’s work, but work worth doing if you love it like I do. I’d gladly do this full time and enjoy every minute of it. Goodness knows it IS a full time job that most self publishing authors have to cram in as part-time since they all have “real jobs.” The dream is to become successful enough to quit the “real job,” and make a living at the “dream job.” I plan to make that my reality.

If you haven’t read my book AFTER THE FIRE, you can buy it on Amazon in both paperback or eBook, and it’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It’s also in some select stores in Northern California, like Copperfield Books in Calistoga, in Mendocino Book Company in Ukiah, Watershed Books in Lakeport, Lake County Wine Studio in Upperlake, and Marie’s Feed in Clearlake. There will be more locations very shortly.

Thanks so much for your interest in this romance writer. You can leave a comment on the blog or email me directly at pdienerauthor@gmail.com. I’d love to hear from you. Also if you’ve read the book, please leave a review on Amazon. It’s extremely helpful. I will be posting after the author panel to let you all know how that went and what is next in store for me and the book.

Warm wishes!

The Life of a Self Published Author/ What’s New in 2020 for Patti Diener?

Stepping off the sidewalk and through the door, I first encounter the colors, then grapple with the many displays and choices. I slowly cross the floor and struggle with my many options. Which to pick up first? It’s both a blessing and a curse standing in a place that leaves me weak to control my pocketbook. I’m in a bookstore!

Since publishing my book, I’ve been to many independent bookstores to set up consignment contracts for After the Fire. It is considerably harder for me than I thought it would be. NOT because I have a hard time establishing contracts. It’s because I have a hard time NOT buying books while I’m there!

Bringing home books

I’m a sucker for books. I can’t get enough of them. Some women buy shoes, others like dresses or pretty knickknacks. I, on the other hand, love to be surrounded by the collection of pages and pages, bound by spines with titles and author names, displayed in every color and font imaginable. It might be a sickness, but as long as there isn’t a club called, book buyers anonymous, then I think I’m ok.

It is not only a New Year, but also a new decade. 2020 is giving me a feeling of not just renewed hope for better things to come, but I truly believe that there is a shift in my persona. The things I want from life have changed. The way I see the world and what I can contribute to it are far different than what I felt like a decade ago. In some ways I’m more intense, but in others, I feel a strange calmness of certainty. You might think that sounds like conflict, but it’s quite the opposite.

The intensity I feel is what I have come to realize. The dictionary says intense is a great sensation of feeling or emotion, having a high characteristic quality, as in strength. Well that’s about right. Also, the calmness of certainty is that I am certain of what I want in my life. Putting those two emotions together has been my epiphany. I am in the midst of a transformation.

I’ve told my students at the school where I am a librarian, that I never understood it when other educators would ask them, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I tell them, it’s because you will be… you! The better question would be, “what do you want to do when you grow up?” For me, I’ve liked doing many things, but what I’ve most enjoyed has been writing. Then I realized, I’ve always been a writer. It’s what I do.

Now that I’m a published author, I do feel more accomplished as a writer simply because I finished a project and vulnerably put myself out there with the thousands of other people who exposed their souls to the world in 2019. This doesn’t mean though, that I’ve only just now become a writer. I’ve been a writer since I was ten years old. It’s just now that I’ve shared my novel with the world and very gratefully, and humbly joined that club of debut authors, do I feel like the door to a new universe has opened for me.

So what can you expect from me, Patti Diener, in the year 2020? I plan to jump off more cliffs. I will share with you all, the first chapter of my new novel very soon on this blog. I will do more public speaking at author events in an independent bookstore near you, (places and dates to come), and I might even change the format of my book blog come March. In the meanwhile, thank you for always reading and sharing my information with your friends.

If you have read my book, After the Fire, then please leave a review on either this blog or better yet, go to Amazon and leave a review there. It is greatly appreciated. Also, if you are on social media, say something about it. Your friends that live outside of our little bubble called Lake County, where I live, might decide to buy a copy and share with their friends. One day, people won’t be saying, “where is Lake County?” Instead they will say, “oh I love Lake County!”

Thanks for reading everyone, and make 2020 not only your year, but make it the start of a great decade. If we are happy in what we do, we will make our world a happier place to be. Remember what Leo Tolstoy said…”Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”

Happy reading.

Why This Book Is Great For The Holidays!

My debut novel, After the Fire, is a romance story that takes place during the holidays. It is based upon the aftermath of the 2015 Valley Fire in Lake County, California, where small town people pulled together to show that united, we are stronger! I wrote this, because it was true.

Christmas time is when we can hopefully slow things down and take in the whole holiday experience. Drive around and look at the lights, open that special bottle of wine, go have coffee with a dear friend, bake cookies with your family, READ A GOOD BOOK! Whatever you perceive the season to be, revel in the splendor of holiday magic. I’m hoping you will find some of that magic in the pages of my book.

Haven’t purchased your copy yet? No worries. If you buy on Amazon, you are most assured to receive your copy quickly. It is available in paperback and eBook if you like a reader. Also, don’t forget that with Kindle Unlimited, you can get my book for FREE. You can click here to buy now.

If you are just finding me, I will share some links to read my past blog posts. For example, how this journey got started in the first place, (once you click on a link and read, you will need to click your back arrow to continue with this post). You can read that here, or to read the interview I had with Chief Willie Sapeta, from Lake County Fire about the Valley Fire click here. Or you might want to read one of the archived posts about the healing process of our community here. These posts will give you a better idea on why I needed to write this book, which I consider a love letter to my community.

Speaking of community… I have been getting lots of fun shares of pictures of my book pretty much everywhere. Recently I got airport and city traffic posts. Thank you Wendy for sharing.

The reviews are coming in at nearly all 5 stars. I am very touched that so many people love it. Some author events are being arranged, starting with the Upperlake venue at the Lake County Wine Studio, December 21, 2019. I’m also meeting with indie bookstores in Northern California, to arrange for my books to be sold in their stores. Possible author events there too. I will post events as they are booked.

I am wishing each and every one of you a lovely holiday season. Please embrace the spirit of Christmas with gratitude, compassion, and love. I know I personally have much to be grateful for this year. Having all your support has been one of the best gifts ever.

I’m a Self Published Author, Now What?

I couldn’t be happier that I’ve crossed the finish line and actually finished my book and saw it all the way through to publication. It’s mind blowing for me, since this is my debut novel and I’ve only dreamed I’d ever do something like this. But truly, getting the book published doesn’t mean I’m done with the book. Actually, you are never really done.

After the Fire, took me almost four years to the exact date from the infancy of the novel, until I pushed publish on the website for Kindle Direct Publishing, when I created both my eBook and paperback versions. You can find my Author Central Page here, on Amazon. If you’ve followed along with me on this blog from the beginning, you understand I had to learn a lot to get to this point. I imagine my next book will take less than half that time since I now understand the industry much better, but the thing with self publishing is you are everyone! I’m the publicist, marketing director, and secretary. Still, it’s very exciting work.

My shipment of Advance Reader Copies

I’ve heard, “Now you can make money! Remember us little people when you are rich and famous!” But in reality, there are so many people on the planet every day publishing books, the rich and famous part are few and far between. I’d just like to pay the bills with my writing. That would make me very happy. But currently, my reality is that just publishing the book set me back quite a bit of dough! So marketing is the next very important thing. By sharing my book info, all of you are helping me with that.

I consider myself successful because I accomplished my goal of getting published. If I am to be financially successful, I will need to be in the black and as of now, I most definitely am not. But my husband always says, “If it were easy, everyone would do it.” He’s right. It’s not and I still did it! After the Fire, is doing pretty darn good for just being released, (averaging 5 stars in the reviews), and it’s because I’ve worked hard and I DO have a good product. I’m very grateful you wonderful people have believed in me.

The above shots are shared photos from people who have purchased my book and sent their new arrival pics to Facebook for everyone to see. I have several more and will be sharing more each blog post. I cannot tell you how much it warms my heart to see these, so please, KEEP SHARING. These are from Coree, Anthony, and Becky in the above three. Thank you guys.

I am going to have an AP announcement locally soon, as well as start the process of getting my books carried in northern California indie bookstores. These things take time and since I’m still at my full time day job as public school librarian, I get delayed periodically. But if you’d like to help, share my content with your friends. Share this blog, comment on this blog, share to social media my status when you see it, and it ALWAYS HELPS!

Follow me on Instagram @pattidiener, on Facebook at Patti Diener, and on Twitter @pattidiener. If you want to comment on this post, please share something about the book if you’ve read it already. If you haven’t, that’s ok. I welcome your feedback.

Remember, After the Fire, makes a great Christmas gift. You can order on Amazon here. There is a holiday element in the book so the timing is perfect for curling up in front of a fire and having a cup of coffee, tea, or glass of wine. This romance novel is the first of many to come from me, and if you continue to follow along, I will post my first chapter of a new novel in early 2020.

Thank you all for reading. Thank you all for your support.

The Book Cover Reveal for AFTER THE FIRE!

It’s only been four years, but it seems like it’s been a decade since I started this project. From the burning desire to write this story, to my interview process, and developing my characters, it’s all been a labor of love. The long days and nights of editing, the re-editing, (my least favorite part, but it helped me grow as a writer), and the fantastic people I met along the way all helped to teach me about the publishing industry. HERE IT IS!

I have this wonderful book cover, designed by Chrissy at Damonza, that I am totally in love with. She was patient and kind as I sent back several other options for covers. She never let me down when I became specific about the models. After much back and forth, we chose this one to be the cover for my debut novel, After the Fire.

People ask me how I found my book cover designer and I have to tell the truth. I have followed a very inspirational person for a few years named Kristen Martin. She is a best selling author and creative entrepreneur who helps new authors to navigate the self publishing world. She is the one who suggested Damonza and when someone as successful as she is recommended this company, I thought it was worth looking into. It was a great idea and I am very happy I did.

One of my mentors, Kristen Martin

If you are a writer or interested in starting a business that requires you become more disciplined with your time management, she’s your gal. It’s been hard on me trying to find the time to write my book while working a full time job. Even harder still, when I decided to self-publish my book. But I’m not sorry I made that choice now. It’s been very educational and I love the work.

So what’s next? MARKETING! I have the wonderfully daunting task of going out and about to find indie bookstores that will want to carry my book. I have to organize some kind of press release, and talk y’all into promoting the heck out of this beautiful love story that came out of The Valley Fire, here in Lake County.

If you want to help, you can share this post. Share, share, share! Share my blog posts, share my social media posts, and use the hashtag #AFTERTHEFIRE. Start a new craze using #AFTERTHEFIRE! For any of you who don’t understand how my book could be about the Valley Fire and be a love story, please click here to read how this all came to be.

I want to thank you all for your continued support. I am very excited to say that now with both my books formatting done and book covers complete, I can upload my book to Amazon this weekend and order my Advance Reader Copies, (ARC’s) to proof the paperback in print, and also get some reviews. As soon as I see that everything prints fine and there are not errors, within days my book will be available for purchase. YAY!

Stay tuned readers! This has been a wild ride.