Book marketing and the humble business card

Old school? Yes! Still I love business cards.

When I tell people I’m an author, they often blurt out, “I’ve always wanted to write a book!” At which point I smile politely and urge them on. Why? Because writing books is fun and exciting. One gets to meet all kinds of people and travel to interesting places for research. And we live with fascinating characters, ones we can see and hear and chat with, which sometimes has loved ones questioning our sanity.

That said, the dark side of publishing is the part that comes moments after we slice open that delivery box and cuddle our baby in our arms, because then we must let them go. Like children we raise to grow up and head out into the world, we must also send our books away, hopefully to people who will love them as much as we do.

The question is how do we get readers to buy our books?

The marketing and selling of books has become multifaceted and complicated since the advent of the Internet, which sometimes makes writers want to toss their laptops out the window in frustration. In the old days—pre Amazon’s birth in 1995—an author could hand over a manuscript to a publisher, sit back, and wait for others to promote their book. But no more. Authors are now involved in every aspect of marketing, and if they don’t take it seriously, it won’t matter how brilliant their novel is. Did you know that before accepting a manuscript publishers will often scour the Internet to check an author’s digital footprint? And if they find the author is without a website, blog, podcast, proper social media links, and masses of followers, that manuscript—no matter how award-worthy—just might end up in the nearest digital trash bin.

I’ve done my best to follow book-marketing guidelines. I have a website where I blog weekly. I share reviews and promotions and am active on various social media platforms. I’ve engaged publicists at my own expense and held book signings. I give book talks and offer myself as a guest on podcasts. And despite all of that, let’s just say I’m delighted to be receiving  those monthly Social Security and pension checks, because there’s no way I could live on my royalties. (This is where I generally tell aspiring young authors that they should never, ever quit their day jobs to be writers.)

The thing is, authors need to find promotional avenues that work for them. And here is where I’ll mention the humble business card. I have always believed in that wee slice of paper, though I sense many feel that “technology” is outdated. But even today, in our digital world, business cards are perfect conversation starters, especially if one puts a little effort into their design. And then there’s the rather shocking idea that when one hands out a business card there’s a living, breathing human being reaching out to grasp it. Yes, I know when one hits the send button on our blogs and ads and posts they have the ability to reach lots of people, but there’s something special about looking someone in the eye and talking about your book.

Today, I rarely leave the house without a few business cards tucked in my pocket. I always have my latest book cover on the front and relevant contact information including my email address and website link on the back. I also list the titles of all my published books. Then I watch and listen. When I see someone with a book, I ask what they’re reading, which often leads to a conversation. Two strangers talking about books can be magical. If you don’t believe me, try it sometime.

As for all the other marketing approaches, the best advice is pick a few and stick with them. Try not to spread yourself too thin, and choose promotions you enjoy. For example, as a former TV sports reporter, I never met a microphone I didn’t like, so I enjoy being a guest on podcasts. However, Instagram always had me fumbling for something to post. It was almost a relief when someone from TikTok took over my account. (I know I should start over, but I just haven’t been able to make myself do it. Here’s hoping my publisher hasn’t noticed.)

So, get out there, fellow authors. Find what works for you. And always have a few business cards in your pocket.

Your Forgotten Sons

Inspired by a true story

Anne Montgomery

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Loryane, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

Release Date: June 6, 2024

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BookSirens gives Your Forgotten Sons 5 Stars!

My thanks to Virginia Dill of BookSirens for her 5-Star review of my novel Your Forgotten Sons.

“What a brilliant book! I couldn’t put this novel down…It is a solid five-star read. An unputdownable accounting of innocence, greed, the horrors of war, and the selfishness and criminal behaviors of some who seek to profit off the misfortunes of others. Your Forgotten Sons should be a must-read for all lovers of fiction, especially WWII fiction. The tale was educational, provocative, enlightening, and so well done. I hope Anne Montgomery writes another tale such as this. Her books have found a place on my bookshelves.”

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YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

ANNE MONTGOMERY

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

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Of Social Security, ashes, and wind chimes

I’m at the age where I find myself thinking more about death and dying. Perhaps that’s because I’m now on Social Security, a financial payment that we’re encouraged to take as late as possible, since the money keeps growing at 8% yearly, which is a damn good return on one’s investment. Before taking those monthly stipends, we’re asked to consider how much we have in savings and what other forms of income we’ll have in retirement. And, of course, we’re told to gage just how long we think we might live, in an effort to not run out of money in our later years.

Though experts can’t pick an exact number, it’s thought that our genes are responsible for between 20 and 40% of our longevity. That has me feeling pretty positive since my dad died one week shy of 96 and my mom was about to turn 99 when she moved on. Still, one never knows when that speeding meteor from outer space will plunge through the atmosphere and strike one on the head, a scenario I mention because, if I had a choice, that’s the end I’d pick: death by giant space rock. Imagine the headline. Wouldn’t that be cool? Of course, I’d want to be instantly vaporized, if for no other reason than to dispense with the “What do we do with her body?” scenario.

My sweetie pie and I have already had the “When we’re dead…” discussions with the kids. We have instructed them who to contact and explained how their inheritance will work. (Sorry, guys, no one gets a dime until you’re at least forty, so use your educations and get good jobs and pay your bills while you wait for us to kick off.)

Then the conversation always turns to our remains.

“I don’t want to be buried,” I’ve explained on multiple occasions. “I’m an organ donor, so let the doctors take whatever they think is useful. Then cook me.”

“You want me to put your ashes in the sea?” Ryan asked. Though the question might sound strange, we’re both scuba divers, so yes, I liked the idea.

“How about you dump some of me in the sea, some of me in the mountains, some of me in a forest, and some of me in my beautiful Sonoran Desert?”

Ryan stared with a look that said, “Nothing is ever simple with you.”

I’m sporting a lot of metal parts, so I was wondering where they would go when I’m creamated.

The thing is, I don’t care where my ashes end up. The kids can toss them in the kitty litter, if they want. But I know there will be a bit of a glitch with the dispersal of my earthly remains because of…metal. I have a lot of it. I’m carrying a titanium plate and 11 screws in one leg and I sport a handful of metal plates, spacers, and screws in my spine. Not sure about my teeth, but since they’re awful—I’ve put a lot of dentists’ kids through college—I’m guessing there might be a bunch of metal in my mouth, as well.

I’ve learned that, when I’m dead, they’ll shove me into a big toaster, cook me to the desired texture and temperature, and then they’ll rake through my ashes to find my metal bits. I picture them placing that hardware in a ziplock bag and handing it over to the kids.

“Make a windchime,” I told my son Troy. “String up my parts and hang me in the yard.”

“Really?” he said.

I grinned, picturing my fragments singing in the wind. “Absolutely!”

YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

ANNE MONTGOMERY

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

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Time for girls softball to go!

In 2014, Mo’Ne Davis of the Philadelphia Taney Dragons became the first girl to post a win in the Little League World Series. Still, she would eventually have to settle for softball.

The Paris Summer Olympic games are almost upon us, and what you won’t see might surprise you. There will be no baseball or softball teams taking the field.

For baseball, the primary issue involves scheduling. Almost 28% of players in the big leagues are from other countries. The league would struggle should all of them, as well as those slated for the U.S. team, skip over to Paris in the middle of the season.

As for softball, well…the game just isn’t that popular worldwide.

So here’s where I make my plea. Isn’t it time, finally, to do away with girls interscholastic softball? Girls should be playing baseball. The outdated idea that women can’t handle the game is ridiculous.

It’s not like women playing baseball is a new idea. If you’ve seen the iconic movie A League of Their Own, you know the story. In the 1940s, when the men shipped off to World War II leaving the professional game in shambles, 600 women stepped up to try out for the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, 280 of which made the final cut. While the players were forced to wear short skirts and encouraged to play up their femininity, it was their skills as players that drew fans to ballparks. But when the men came home, the women were destined to be housewives and mothers, their well-oiled mitts and favorite bats stashed in an attic, leaving nothing but memories.

During World War II, 280 women played pro-baseball with the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, but when the men came back the women went home.

Somewhere along the line, it was decided that women were too “girly” and weak to play on a full-scale baseball diamond, so softball seemed the perfect fix. A softball field is considerably smaller than its baseball counterpart, with bases just 60 feet apart as opposed to 90. Girls play with an oversized bat and a significantly larger ball.

Now please don’t get all puffed up and point out that softball is not easy to play—I’m looking at you 40+ league players. And I’m in no way denigrating the skills of the girls and women who excell at softball. It’s just that I’ve seen both games from what you might call the best seat in the house. While I primarily umpired amateur baseball for 25 years—from youth to high school to adult leagues—I was occasionally asked to take the plate in softball games, where I quickly learned that softball is not baseball.

And never will be.

As to women being too weak to handle baseball, well, that just makes me laugh. I learned a few decades back that there are plenty of women tough enough to hurl themselves headlong into bases and fly flat out to catch a line drive.  I met some of those players in the Women’s National Adult Baseball Association,  a short-lived pro league in which I served as an umpire.

I spent 25 years calling balls and strikes in amateur baseball. Trust me. It’s nothing like softball.

Today, there are no girls high school teams. The reason, we’re told, is that there aren’t enough girls who want to play the game. Those few who do must try out for boys teams, an inequitable solution all around.

What’s the answer? Maybe, if we encourage girls to play baseball in Little League, like we do with boys, more would become interested early on. And here I mean all-girls teams, where there would be no unfair comparisons to boys. They’d learn those specific and difficult skills the game requires—hitting, catching, throwing, pitching—while they’re still young, and will be better prepared to succeed on the diamond than if they tried to learn the game in high school.

All they need is a little encouragement. And if girls come out to play baseball in force, what excuse will those in charge have to deny them the opportunity?

YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

ANNE MONTGOMERY

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

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