5 Things You Should Never Do On Your Author Blog…

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Author Blog HeaderWhether you’re published yet or not, a vibrant author blog should sit at the heart of your promotional efforts – the “homebase” for your author brand.

Used properly, your blog will help you to impress agents and attract a publisher.  And if you’re already published, it can be used to attract new readers, create a successful launch of your next book, generate buzz and bring your work positive reviews.

But it’s crucial that you use your blog the right way to achieve all of this.  There are certain blogging mistakes I’m going to tell you about that can seriously hurt your book sales and your reputation as an author.

To help you avoid these pitfalls, here are five things you should never do on your author blog and what you should be doing instead:

1. Projecting That You’re A Beginner Or That You’re Unsuccessful

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Today I want to share with you three awesome ways to sell more books right now without any additional traffic.

Great advice

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Whether you’re a brand new author with only a few sales or an experienced author with thousands of raving fans, these three simple tips will help you sell more books without any additional traffic, fans, or promotion.
 
In fact, all you have to do is make three small tweaks in 5 minutes to start getting more sales from your existing fan base:
 
1. Link to your squeeze page
 
The first and most powerful strategy is to link to your squeeze page inside your book. (If you don’t know what a squeeze page is, go watch my free video training series on email marketing at http://goo.gl/Aj09Pd)
 
You can link to your squeeze page at the very beginning of your book (usually underneath the copyright information on the title page), and at the end of your book (usually either before or after your author bio.)
 
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I have a Server?

Clueless Baby Boomer here—who’s trying to learn the ropes of the intimidating Internet. It’s scary. I mean it. Especially when you don’t know what the heck you’re doing—like me.

Although, to be fair to myself, I would be a lot less clueless had it not been for several lost years due to a botched surgery—that was scary. While everyone else was setting up websites, blogs, and other stuff that I don’t know about, I was learning how to read again.

But . . . I digress. This is no pity party. After all, I didn’t invite anyone with a chip on her shoulder—so—let’s get to business.

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“I have a server?” I asked my thirty-something daughter over the phone. She was trying to help me get un-lost on the Internet.

Daughter: Huge exhale. “Yessssss.”

Me: “Well, where is he? Or is it a she? And if I have a server how come I have to get my own drinks? Huh? Tell me that.

Daughter: “An Internet server.”

Me: “So? What’s the difference?”

Daughter: “To be able to even log onto the Internet, you must have a server. Find out who your server is.”

Me: “That’s why I called you. How do I do that? My server’s so bad, he hasn’t even shown up yet.”

Daughter: Dead silence, except for hearing a familiar moan.

Daughter: “Look for an icon on your screen that has . . . “

Me: She went on and on about how I should look for some weird icons or something. I stopped listening the minute she said icon. What the heck is an icon? When she finally finished her instructions, I said, “What the heck is an icon?”

Daughter: “I give up. I’ll come over and show you.”

Me: “You mean you’re gonna be my server?”

She hung up. Can you believe that? She hung up on her very own mother. How dare she? I only hung up on my mother when she frustrated the crud . . . out . . . of . . . me-

Um, could that be the reason for the hang up? Surely I wasn’t annoying like my mother.

I pulled at my chin while in deep thought. No. I came to the conclusion: She hung up so she could come over and be my server. What a wonderful daughter I raised. I wonder if she’ll bring me a Diet Pepsi with lots of ice while she serves me.

Find LaRae at http://www.amazon.com/author/laraeparry

Technical Advice from a Clueless Baby Boomer

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Can you see me? Of course you can’t. I’m in cyberspace, I think. I’m lost in some weird place that people call the Internet, but I call it Bizarre-O World.

Something crazy happened while I wasn’t looking. Something called the World Wide Web, or the Internet—maybe they’re the same thing. I don’t know. I can’t understand a thing about either one. I just know spiders come with webs. I don’t like spiders. They scare the heck out of me. I hate moths more than spiders, so, if the World Wide Web is for a huge spider, I can accept that better than if it was for a gigantic moth.

All I know is I got left in the dust. I think the younger generation created a way to escape a much wiser and older generation, like me. Well, guess what? I’m not going to let that happen. I’m not gonna let Bizarre-O world intimidate me. Who does it think it is?

I’m going to go to Bizarre-O world and cause as much trouble as I can—that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna go to Bizarre-O World and push every button I see—that’s the only thing I like about Bizarre-O World anyway—the buttons. And, maybe the cute little hand that shows up telling me I can push on some words.

My granddaughter tells me, “You’re clicking—not pushing.”

I don’t see it that way. What the heck is a click? It’s something I do with my thumb and third finger. I like pushing that cute, little, gloved hand that signals it’s okay for me to push.

What I think is real rude about Bizarre-O World is the fact that I have to rely on my children and grandchildren when I get myself into trouble. Joseph says, “Quit clicking on everything.”

I say, “I’m not clicking, I’m pushing.”

He gets fed up and leaves the room. I say, “Good riddance.” He never has been a very patient guy anyway. With him gone, I get to push everything and anything I want. Who needs him?

Okay. I admit it. I need him when I get into trouble. Like when the screen is flashing, or something tells me I owe it a million dollars or something. How the heck am I supposed to know not to Click Here when whatever I’m reading says I can make $4,386.00 a week just by clicking here?

I’m convinced the world wide web is a conspiracy by the younger generation just to exclude us old people. Old people just don’t get it. The younger generation calls it the Internet. What the heck does Internet even mean? They made that name up just to confuse old duffers like me—but I’m not about to be left out. No sir. Not me.

Oh wait . . . I see something flashing. Something that says I can be a millionaire is ten days. I better go check it out and push some of the buttons with my cute gloved-clicker hand.

Come see me at http://www.amazon.com/author/laraeparry

A Blog Hop…jump on and join me!

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Fellow author Linda Lee Williams invited me on a Blog Hop. She answered the following questions and then “tagged” me, and three other authors to do the same.  Here is her original post.

After my post, I will tag three authors as well. What a great idea! Thank you, Linda! 

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Here are the answers to my questions:

1. What am I working on?

Well, I just finished a paranormal romance/urban fantasy about a woman who stumbles into the world of vampires. In the process, she learns more about herself than she ever imagined. The manuscript is with beta readers now, and the title is Second Nature.

Soon, I will get back to work on the third book of the Heiresses in Love trilogy. It is a historical romance called Upon Your Love. Upon Your Love is set in Victorian times right in New Orleans, though there is…

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Lost in Bizarre-O World

A pitiful lost Baby Boomer’s story

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Can you see me? Of course you can’t. You’re on a computer, or a hand-held phone, or something called a tablet, or iPad, or something weird. You probably know where you are. I don’t. I’m lost. Lost in space . . . I think. I’m lost in some weird place that people call the Internet, but I call it Bizarre-O World.

Something crazy happened while I wasn’t looking. Something called the World Wide Web, or the Internet—maybe they’re the same thing. I don’t know. I can’t understand a thing about either one.

I just know spiders come with webs. I don’t like spiders. They scare the heck out of me. I hate moths more than spiders, so, if the World Wide Web is for a huge spider, it’d be a little better than if it was for a gigantic moth.

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