The Independent Author Network (IAN) is a community of authors who are self published or published by a small indie press. IAN promotes authors to more than 565,000 Twitter followers and 101,000 Facebook fans. Check out my IAN post that will go up Friday (August 4) at 4am central time. Here is a short link that will work after it goes live:
Time is ticking away for you to enter the Goodreads Giveaway to win a signed hardcover copy of Love, Bill: Finding My Father through Letters from World War II. You have until August 14th to enter at the link below. See what the Authorsshow.com judges saw when they awarded the book its recent honor.
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“A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.”
“It’s probably true that every woman gets her first taste of the love and security that is to be found in a man’s arms from the times spent in her father’s. They’re the memories and lessons that we carry with us for the rest of our lives. They’re the ones that we return to each time that a relationship goes wrong or when we feel desperately alone and ask ourselves “Will I ever be loved again?” Sometimes we call upon these memories when we need reassurance, and other times, they appear like specters conjured up by a particular smell, song, or memento. They’re buried so deeply inside of us and are so indelibly imprinted upon our very souls that they can never be erased or forgotten. Our fathers are our first loves, our little-girl heroes, and the mirrors in which we first learn to see ourselves as special and capable of giving and receiving love. If our fathers love us, then we can love ourselves. When they shower our mothers with love and tenderness, we learn to expect the same from all the other men in our lives. Our fathers teach us about strength, wisdom, and life’s practicalities. When they run alongside our two-wheelers for the very first time, they know when to hold on and when to let go. When they scare away the demons in our nightmares, it helps us to be unafraid to dream. Before we learn to stand on our own two feet, we must first learn to dance by standing on theirs. As little girls, we always think that we will marry our fathers; instead, they are here to walk us down the aisle and give us away to someone else. There is truly no other bond like the one between daddies and daughters.” (Excerpt from Love, Bill: Finding My Father through Letters from World War II)
My post titled, “A Father’s Day Gift” will appear on Maria Shriver’s website just in time for Father’s Day. The link to her site is below and then search for the article by title:
Just in time for Father’s Day! My interview with Karyn Beach on her podcast, “Fun, Feisty, Fabulous” airs this coming Thursday, June 15th. It can be accessed that morning through the links below as of 9:00am ET. A self-professed “Daddy’s Girl,” Karen was fascinated by my story about “finding” my father in Love, Bill. Hope you enjoy!
Love, Bill was named a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Book Awards Contest for “Best Cover Design Non-Fiction.” It didn’t win, but it’s a great start. Here’s hoping that there are more awards to come! It has been entered into other contests for Design, Memoir, Non-Fiction, and First Publication.
This article just appeared in the Los Angeles Times. It seemed quite timely, since I had just been in Los Angeles for the Book Festival this past weekend, and in one part of Love, Bill (pages 276-285) I discuss this very same aspect of Jewish-Moroccan history. The article discusses the vital role that the young Sultan Mohammed V played in the protection of the Jews of Morocco against Nazi antisemitism. When being pressured to assist in the persecution of his own Jewish citizens, he bravely and publicly declined to cooperate. “There are no Jews in Morocco,” he declared. “There are only Moroccan subjects.”
What is even more amazing, is that Dad took photographs of Mohammed V while he was stationed in Morocco!
Well, I made it to my very first book festival this past weekend! I was one of nine intrepid Phoenix authors to share a booth at this past weekend’s Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. It supposedly hosts 150,000 book lovers over the two-day event. My plan was to share booth duties as well as get around to other booths to check out potential networking possibilities on Day Two. Good news, I sold 7 books! Bad news, I had a case of food poisoning Saturday night, which left me too drained to make my way around the festival on Sunday. I remained booth-bound. But all in all, I consider the trip to have been a success. I had a great time getting to know my fellow authors better, and the atmosphere was wonderfully upbeat. I had interesting discussions with the visitors to our booth, including other folks interested in writing memoirs, and especially other owners of parents’/grandparents’ love letters. It’s encouraging to know that there are people out there who still revere the actual printed book!
California, here I come! I will be at the Los Angeles Book Festival next weekend (April 22-23) on the USC campus. I will be sharing a booth (#025 – Cardinal) with eight other Phoenix authors. My shifts will be around 10:30am-3pm each day. If you are in the area, please stop by and say hello.