Meet Book Publicist Bobbie Crawford

    I'm an author of three books and counting. I know first-hand that competition to sell a writer's work is both time consuming and daunting. That's why I was interested to find out what a book publicist can do for the author. Therefore, I've invited Canadian based book publicist, Bobbie Crawford from, Nurture Your Books, to feature in my blog today.

Bio:

    An avid fan of reading, collecting old books and painting watercolors when the mood strikes, Bobbie Crawford is the Founder and owner of Nurture Your books and she works on a little bit of everything, focusing primarily on the one-on-one with clients as a Book Publicist and Virtual Book Tour Coordinator.

Q&A

• Where in the sequence of publishing does a publicist fit in?

    Typically, a publicist gets to work once a book has been successfully published.

• Many of the large publishers we know use professional publicists. Does Nurture Your Books, offer services to both publishers and independent authors?

    Although we do offer our services to traditional and indie publishers, approximately 90-95% of our clients are self-published and indie authors.

• Do you specialize in one particular genre?

    No, I wouldn’t say that I specialize in a single genre. I have experience with assisting authors in nearly every genre out there

• What would you say is the most important function of a book publicist?

    I would say that the most important function of a book publicist is to be knowledgeable about industry trends and news. They should use solid information and leads to keep themselves up-to-date.

• Do you offer different publicity representation packages?

    Yes, we offer publicity representation packages in 4 different levels. They vary according to the amount of time allotted per month and the services included.

• Ideally when should an author wishing to use your services get in touch?

    There’s no time like the present. We offer a free initial consult so there’s nothing to lose and potentially everything to gain.

• Bobbie, for those authors based outside Canada who are interested in using Nurture Your Books, can you also offer them your services?

    Absolutely! Although we are based in Canada, thanks to the Internet, we promote and assist authors from every corner of the globe. Thus far we have clients in Canada, the USA, the UK and Australia.

• Finally, can you tell us what the most exciting part of your job is?

  The most exciting part of my job is finding and helping a new client. I’ve spent over 7 years in the industry and I take much of my knowledge and expertise for granted. When I’m able to impart some of what I know to an author and help them achieve some of their goals, I am beyond thrilled.



      Thank you for this wonderful opportunity!
      It was a pleasure getting to know you Bobbie.


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Ae Fond Kiss to Robert Burns!

    In celebration of the anniversary of the birth of poet, Robert Burns, I'm featuring him today in my poetry spot. His song Ae Fond Kiss, I can remember my uncle singing to my aunt every New Year's Eve and the words therefore have special memories for me.

     I've also included pictures of the cottage he was born in. It isn't very big and considering two adults and seven children shared the home with livestock, it's no wonder that Burns health wasn't tip-top in latter years.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever

Ae fareweel , alas, fore ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;

Dark despair around benights me

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy

Naething could resist my Nancy:

But to see her was to love her

Love but her, and love for ever

Had we never lov'd sae kindly

Had we never lov'd sae blindly

Never met-or never parted

We has ne'er been broken-hearted

Fair-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!

Fair-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!

Thine be ilka joy and treasure

Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever

Ae fareweel, alas, for ever

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee

Robert Burns 25 January 1759-21 July 1796

    I'm looking forward to my haggis, neeps, tatties and a wee dram on January 25th, whatever you're doing enjoy. Slangevar!

When I Grow Up

   

    I was watching breakfast TV this morning and there was a feature about children in the UK's future career aspirations. The item didn't catch my interest because it was stating that their choice is gender-stereotyped, but because one little girl said that when she grew up she wanted to be an author.

    I can remember saying that too, however I can't recall as to what the particular reasons were I had for making such a choice. In an early blog I explained I had a love of stories because of my mother and when I got my first typewriter I was desperate to get down to storytelling. I loved writing stories about poor children rescued from a terrible fate, princes saving street urchins and bad boys turning good amongst many other things.

    The touch of a book page, a colourful outer cover, the loud thumping noise in the library when the librarian slides the piles of books along the high shelves to insert a book. As well as the fabulous worlds I could be transported too, both when reading and writing, all played a part.

    The little girl on TV this morning gave her reason as wanting to make people happy, laugh, and smile. Yes, she knows what writing is all about, something that stirs emotions. One thing she will find out though is that writing doesn't just make readers happy, laugh, smile, fearful, or cry. It has the same affect on the author and that's the most important person in the equation.

   

   

   

    

How Do I love thee?

    One English poet I was fascinated with as a kid was, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Reading her poetry swept me into her world, my imagination ran wild. I could see myself wearing long, flowing skirts, walking hand-in-hand with my love.

    Unfortunately, at some point reality does kick in and a little girl's dreams faded. However, Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words live on in the poem I've featured today.

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath
Smiles, tears, of all my life and if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death

An Author's Life

   

    My post is a little later than I had wanted it to be. But, hey! 'Asi es la vida!' The thing is I've been really busy. I've been preparing some questions for some impending author interviews and a book publicist who is going to give us an insight into her world. As well as my regular blog and of course pending books. Yes, it's a busy 'author's life.'

    In a few weeks time I'm going to be guest speaker at two Burns suppers in the Canary Islands. That is, suppers celebrating the life and works of the great, yet unofficial poet of Scotland, Robert Burns.

    I've been doing this for charity the last couple of years and it doesn't really matter how often I do it, the old butterflies take over my tummy. I've been preparing my 'Immortal Memory' toast to the  bard and although I may be speaking to a different audience this year, I do like to keep it fresh. Saves me boring my friends and myself to death.

    That's an update into my world to date and I will let you know how my supper evenings go in future posts. Have a fabulous weekend guys.


    P.S.
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The Castle Old and Grey

    It's the first poetry post of 2018 and I'm featuring Scottish, 19th century poet, Alexander Anderson. I particularly loved this poem of his because I am totally fascinated by old buildings, especially castles. His words I can identify with, because when I too walk into an old castle I think of who walked before me in the corridors and upon the stairs in the past. It wouldn't just be servants, but kings and queens as well. Every inch of the building's floors and walls, all have a story to tell. If they could only speak.

The Castle Old and Grey

I never see a castle

That is gaunt and grey and grim

But my thoughts at once go backward

To the past so misty and dim

To the time when tower and turret

Kept watch far over the vale

And along the sounding draw-bridge

Rode knights in their suits of mail

I see the sunshine glancing

On helmet, pennon and spear

And hear from the depth of the forest 

A bugle calling clear

I fill the hall with visions

Of ladies rich in their bloom

And stately knights in armour

And waving with feather and plume

If  I climb the broken stairway

Where the stone is smooth and fine

I hear a rustle and a whisper

And footsteps in front of mine

Whisper of youth and maiden

As they met in the long ago

His deep and strong and manly

Hers tender and sweet and low

But maiden and youth have vanished

Away from the scene and the light 

Gone, too, the high-born lady

And the plumed and armoured knight

Only the grey old castle

Of crumbling stone and lime

Still stands to speak of the ages

And the iron footsteps of time

                                                                                         Alexander Anderson 1845-1909

                                                                      

Flying Free

         Birds are beautiful creatures and they come in all shapes and sizes. On a winter's day there is nothing more pleasurable than watching a robin bobbing about the snow in the backyard, picking at the dried mealworms that I've provided. Or, the blackbirds  feasting on the pieces of cooked apple that I cooked especially for them.

    Spending  spring and summer days on the banks of  a loch, or canal are filled with great delight, watching the swans, ducks, geese, moorhens and a vast assortment of birds who make their habitat amongst the marshes.

    If we can all enjoy these alluring creatures in their natural surroundings, why is it then that many are captured by unscrupulous individuals and kept in unnatural environment. There is only one reason, that is PROFIT. They are not pets and it's up to us human beings to protect them.

    Today is National Bird Day, let's celebrate our feathered friends.

     Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird.

                  Davis Attenborough



https://www.facebook.com/NationalBirdDay

 http://www.avianwelfare.org/issues/conservation.htm

http://www.avianwelfare.org/nationalbirdday/index.htm

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird? David Attenborough
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Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird? David Attenborough
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/david_attenborough_454695?src=t_bird

Reaching for your Dreams

   

    So, what plans do you have for January? Do you have writing goals, or do you have life goals that can be achieved in the next year?

    Personally, my goal is to carry on writing and may my ideas  keep on coming. There are many things that I want to achieve in my writing career and sometimes it feels like a real hard slog. As though I'm paddling through water, not going anywhere fast.

    The thing about embarking on a writing career, nobody ever said it would be easy, in fact the opposite. But, as a writer I get to do the thing I love best and that's write.

     Whatever you are embarking on this year, I wish you every success and remember if you don't achieve your goal it doesn't mean you have failed.



    Remember your dreams and fight for them. You must know what you want from life. There is just one thing that makes your dream impossible: the fear of failure.

                       Paulo Coelho 
                       Brazilian novelist and lyricist.