I have a really good excuse for not blogging in 2 weeks . . . I've been busy making this mini wee movie. It's a sample book trailer (think movie preview) for my not quite yet published novel, LOVE WORTH FIRE. Have a look and tell me if you think I should give Michael Landon Jr a call. Or if it makes you want to read the book. Or if it just gives you hives.
Yeah, I'm not sure about book trailers. I mean, it seems like a novel idea, (Yes. That was a pun. Clever of you to notice.) but most reading friends I ask have never heard of or seen one. I don't think readers usually go to a publisher's website looking for something to read. They might go to a favorite author's website, but probably won't think of that when they're jonesing for a juicy good book. And what about the authors they haven't heard of?
Hmm. So how are these teeny trailers supposed to get people interested in a book if they're just hanging out politely on some nice, upstanding website? C'mon you writers: we put great gobs of guts & glory into making these mini movie masterpieces, shouldn't we make sure someone sees them? (And should blogger put a ban on aliterations???)
How can we hitch these babies onto something everyone will see? I wonder if Kindle books can handle video clips. Y'know, like previews that come with your DVDs. Just a thought. The wave of the future, baby. Wax your board and c'mon y'all ---let's ride! Let's brainstorm a way to promo the promo. All serious suggestions will be taken seriously.
Here's my mini wee movie.
(Sound on - for those of you who normally turn off your speakers because of the ding dong alerts that distract you while you're being a very serious writer or some other kind of very serious person.)
I LOVE your book trailer. To tell you the truth, I don't know how they pan out in promo or if they're just something you show your friends. I enjoy them, but they probably wouldn't make me buy a book. How's that for honesty??? Now, just you wait--my publisher may want me to make one--that's when I'll be calling on you, you clever girl.
BTW, I saw a movie set in Scotland this evening, and I thought of you. It was called Water Horse-- about Nessie the sea monster, but the landscape was breathtaking. . . like the descriptions in your book.
That was actually quite good. We've been having a book trailer discussion on my blog too (come throw your two bits' worth in) and one commenter said the only trailer she ever liked (or was it the one she liked best) consisted of words and music. Looks like you're on the right track.
Word verification: dowaling. Wanna playing "Dowalling Bloggos?" ;o)
Thank you Carla! Honestly honestly, I think you're right. I've heard pros & cons. I wouldn't buy a book I hadn't heard of on a trailer alone. I plunk down money on a book that I've either sampled or heard recommended by people whose taste run similar to mine. Word of mouth still rules! But what I like about a trailer, if done well, is the potential for visual-sound sensory appeal. You can (hopefully) inspire mood that engages more of the senses, in addition to what ought to be coming across in the text. Just my opinion, of course. I don't actually know this, I'm just making it up as I go. :-)
I've been wanting to see Water Horse. Thanks for the kind words.
Janet, thanks for the invite. Maybe I'd better listen to smart people talk before I ramble on about this any more. Thanks a bunch for the thumbs up. :-)
Camille, that was just beautiful. Personally, I think well done trailers that have emotion behind them (such as yours) really give a reader the extra boost to want to read something. Just like movies, I suppose. I think you captured the feelings of heartache, longing, and wonder with what you've done. I would definitely read the book!
I liked your book trailer. I was excited to discover it was set in Scotland.
One of the things I've been told is to keep it short. I just finished my video book trailer, but I haven't posted it yet because I'm waiting for my final bookcover. Highland Blessings will be released in May 2010. It's a Scottish medieval.
Wow, Camille. I'm not a romance reader (being a guy really does affect that) but your pictures, teaser, and quiet piano music was moving, and piqued my curiosity about the book.
I'd say that, yes, these video book trailers would do well on a literary site, amazon could even include the option to embed a clip like that to plug your book.
Companies pay big buck$ to advertise on sites like Google and CNN. Seems that video ads like that would do ok on sites like Barnes and Noble, and BooksAMillion.
8 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME: I wrote a NOVEL(more about it at the bottom of the page . . . keep scrolling).
I've been writing stuff - an actual literary term - all my life, but now, I'm serious about being published. Or pubbed, if you like. (It's so cute how writer people have all these enigmatic little code-names for things)
I love action movies and Jane Austen. (she’s dead, I know. I found that out when I tried to get her to endorse my novel)
They let me play Bass guitar and sing in a worship band.
I can produce 4 dozen homemade cinnamon rolls in less than 2 hours for a crowd of drooling young adults.
I have a Harley A 2002 Sportster 883. Chrome, black leather. Ram Horn handles. No sissy pink stuff.
I hate shopping (Yes, I'm aware that I'm a girl)
My ringtone is the theme from "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly"(whoo-00-oo-00-oo, waa waa waa)
I speak 3 languages: 1. Sarcasm, fluent
2. Teenage ghetto-girl slang: actually, I'm just learning. It's a difficult language to grasp as it changes without warning and involves complicated neck, hip and finger snapping motions that are often dangerous for middle-aged white people.
3. My native tongue: English with an Oregon dialect, which is much more pronounced with caffeine. Just sit in any Starbucks in Portland an listen fer a while, or head tord the mountn, you'll know whudumean.
I WAS THERE: I was there during the brief Sonny & Cher period of Modern American history. (Anybody remember? Babe---I got you Babe---) AND the Belushi-Ackroyd years of SNL.
PROFESSIONS THAT I'VE HELD PROFESSIONALLY: I have experience (meaning actually receiving cash) in numerous professions including a Preschool Teacher, Administrator and a Church Administrative Assistant. In these, I have conducted myself in a flawlessly professional manner. Truly.
I also have over 10 years experience in the honorary profession (meaning no cash, besides the sticky coins that turn up while cleaning the crevices between the seats in the car) of stay-at-home mom.
In addition to these, I also know how to do an unbelievably large number of random, useless things. Like greasing the hubs and changing the oil in a '56 International Harvester Scout.
MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE: Stinkin over-achievers.
MY ROOTS: I've lived in Oregon all my life, grew up in several towns/cities including Eugene, Springfield, Reedsport, and Smith River. Which is not really a town, but a river, about 70 miles long, a tributary of the Umpqua River in southwest Oregon.
Although it's not a town, it is a community with a strong sense of pioneer history. It's cool to say you've lived there, especially if you lived there during the days when you had to take a boat to school. No joke! The old farmhouse my grandfather and my mother grew up in still stands, nestled into a narrow, pasture carpeted valley, complete with a swimmin' hole and its own 'crick'. It's going in my next novel.
As a child, I lived for a year in Gardiner, Oregon, across the road from a Weyerhauser paper mill and spent that entire year thinking the noxious odor I smelled every day was coming from my brother's bedroom. (I'm still not entirely convinced it wasn't.)
One last root worthy of mention: there's a longstanding rumor that my ancestors had some connection with the Mafia back in Sicily. I used to fantasize during school about a big black limo with tinted windows pulling up and whisking me away.
Ahhh. THAT'S why I'm having so much trouble conjugating my dangling participles now.
Love Worth Fire - a Contemporary Women's Fiction with Romance
There was a natural, familiar bond that had developed over time. A bond that, until now, Ian had thought he shared with a wise, stout, tender-hearted little spinster nearing middle-age . . .
His his mind worked frantically to reconcile the Emily he knew from the letters with this one, and to accept the fact that this woman, this very lovely young woman, had been his pen pal for the past two years . . .
All widower Ian MacLean wants is peace. And a farm in the lowlands of Scotland should be the perfect place to find it. But he's too young for the life of a recluse, and he’s constantly plagued by an obstinate, mischievous grannie, bitter regrets, mislaid faith and worst of all—an ache for something he’ll never have.
Emily Chapman is a devoted caregiver to her frail great-aunt and lives a quiet life in a remote community in central Oregon’s high desert. Emily has also suffered loss and longs for a sense of belonging, of family.
When Ian travels to the States and meets his kind ‘old’ pen pal, he is surprised to find a lovely, tenderhearted young woman who shakes up what little peace he has and stirs up something in his heart he never thought possible.
But just when Ian and Emily’s dream of a life together is within reach, Emily discovers a devastating secret that crushes their hope for a future. Ian must relive the painful nightmare that scarred him once already. Can his heart withstand a second blow?
While Ian examines the strength of his heart and his renewed faith, Emily must decide if she has the courage to face her worst fears and truly leave those she loves in God’s hands.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ian MacLean nearly escaped.
He made it to the edge of the lamp-lit street with only four hard strides bridging the gap between him and his freedom: Maggie’s farm truck. Even in the pallid streetlight, his grannie’s old rattletrap never looked so good.
“That’s far enough!”
A low growl rumbled up from his throat at the sound of Claire's voice, but instead of stopping, he sprinted across the road, digging into the pocket of his jeans for the key. He reached the truck and behind him, a car spattered up rain from the pavement, blaring the horn as it passed. At Claire, no doubt. Some things never changed. He had to be the only man in Scotland whose older sister still trailed him like a bullet if she thought he wasn’t sharing. Didn’t matter what it was.
With a sigh he turned, leaned against the fender and lowered his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes, usually dark like his, flickered with bright little sparks.
“You’re not leaving until I know what happened to my husband—that’s a dead cert!”
The top of her head didn’t even reach his chin, but that made no difference to her. Never had. He folded his arms loosely, hoping to hide his growing tension.
“What . . . you’re not happy he’s back then?”
“Are you daft? Of course I’m happy!” She frowned, but her voice softened. “This is where Davy belongs.”
“Good.” Ian shoved off and reached for the door. “That’s all that matters.”
“Nnnno . . .” She shot in before he could reach it and pressed her back against the handle. “I want to know how you got him to change his mind, Ian.” Claire gave her arms a brisk rub. To the west, the lights of Glasgow cast a golden glow against the night sky, but the warmth of the sun had long since faded. Ian’s damp clothes took in the chill, pulling heat away from his skin.
“So what did you say to him?” Claire shivered, still rubbing her arms.
He shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
“Ah! How can you say that? Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to get him to come home?”
As she stood there with fists planted on her hips, Ian’s eyes fell to the spot in the middle of her belly, right about where the door handle would be. Her arms poked out on either side like the handles on one of Maggie’s blessed teapots, almost begging him to toss her out of his way.
“Nothing I’ve said has made a bit of difference, Ian. Whatever you did . . . you just saved my family.” Her eyes filled with tears, but her voice fell to a low tone. “And you don’t remember how you might have done that?”
His gaze snapped across the street to her second-storey flat, to the home she shared with four remarkable kids and one lucky, blasted fool. He had to fight back the ache that rose in his chest.
“We talked about . . . loads of things, Claire.”
“Aye. I’m listening.”
Ian sucked in a deep, cool breath. What he had said to his brother-in-law had not come easy. The words stung then, and they would sting now; swift and sharp, like a cold blade to an old wound. He searched her face, hoping for a weak spot. She didn’t flinch.
About Me
Camille Cannon Eide
Camille is an avid Christian novelist/writer and takes her faith-inspiring fiction seriously enough to lock herself away with a computer more than her family would like.
They've learned that Lasagne from a box is not from the devil, after all, and that duct tape can stop a surprising amount of bleeding.
9 comments:
I LOVE your book trailer. To tell you the truth, I don't know how they pan out in promo or if they're just something you show your friends. I enjoy them, but they probably wouldn't make me buy a book. How's that for honesty??? Now, just you wait--my publisher may want me to make one--that's when I'll be calling on you, you clever girl.
BTW, I saw a movie set in Scotland this evening, and I thought of you. It was called Water Horse-- about Nessie the sea monster, but the landscape was breathtaking. . . like the descriptions in your book.
That was actually quite good. We've been having a book trailer discussion on my blog too (come throw your two bits' worth in) and one commenter said the only trailer she ever liked (or was it the one she liked best) consisted of words and music. Looks like you're on the right track.
Word verification: dowaling. Wanna playing "Dowalling Bloggos?" ;o)
Thank you Carla! Honestly honestly, I think you're right. I've heard pros & cons. I wouldn't buy a book I hadn't heard of on a trailer alone. I plunk down money on a book that I've either sampled or heard recommended by people whose taste run similar to mine. Word of mouth still rules! But what I like about a trailer, if done well, is the potential for visual-sound sensory appeal. You can (hopefully) inspire mood that engages more of the senses, in addition to what ought to be coming across in the text. Just my opinion, of course. I don't actually know this, I'm just making it up as I go. :-)
I've been wanting to see Water Horse. Thanks for the kind words.
Janet, thanks for the invite. Maybe I'd better listen to smart people talk before I ramble on about this any more. Thanks a bunch for the thumbs up. :-)
Camille, that was just beautiful. Personally, I think well done trailers that have emotion behind them (such as yours) really give a reader the extra boost to want to read something. Just like movies, I suppose. I think you captured the feelings of heartache, longing, and wonder with what you've done. I would definitely read the book!
I liked your book trailer. I was excited to discover it was set in Scotland.
One of the things I've been told is to keep it short. I just finished my video book trailer, but I haven't posted it yet because I'm waiting for my final bookcover. Highland Blessings will be released in May 2010. It's a Scottish medieval.
Thank you Cindy & Jennifer. This was fun, actually. Best to you both on your upcoming books.
~Camille
Loved it! It's beautiful! But it might be a little too long as Jennifer suggested. I don't know what you would cut out though.
Great book trailer. You did so good on it. I'm dying to hear about Mount Hermon...
Hope to see you in April!
Jill
Wow, Camille. I'm not a romance reader (being a guy really does affect that) but your pictures, teaser, and quiet piano music was moving, and piqued my curiosity about the book.
I'd say that, yes, these video book trailers would do well on a literary site, amazon could even include the option to embed a clip like that to plug your book.
Companies pay big buck$ to advertise on sites like Google and CNN. Seems that video ads like that would do ok on sites like Barnes and Noble, and BooksAMillion.
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