As writers we are not supposed to give our books away free. As one who does not have the good health or stamina to learn how to market books, I have no choice. I would rather something I wrote reached one human heart than delay publishing because of the monumental task of marketing. I see people marketing marketing marketing and get very tired of seeing it over and over and over so I am aware that marketing can also annoy others and I try not to do it on my private pages anywhere.
As writers we are not supposed to change the covers of our books. Too late. When I first released my collection of short stories I was in a very bad head space suffering from full blown PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) the result of my ex and a former “bestie” physically assaulting me and then lying to the police about it so that police dropped the charges despite my physical health issues for over a year following that assault. (Still can’t get over that she had martial arts and kicking is lethal force (she could have burst my bladder and killed me on the spot), she committed Assault Causing Bodily Harm and yet charges were dropped entirely because of their lying collusion.) Anyway, my PTSD is still there, as you can read, I can still be easily triggered but my thoughts about why I originally chose a pink cover for my book have changed. At that time in my life I was choosing everything pink from bedding to book covers because pink was safe and warm and comforting to me. When I looked at that pink cover recently I realized I can do better now and have a more universally appealing cover (I hope 🙂 ).
As writers we are not supposed to change the titles of our books. I get that and wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think it necessary. The title of my “pink” covered book was taken from one of the short stories inside the book. For some reason I never liked it as well as I should have. Every time I saw the title “One Part Good” I thought people likely assumed I was referring to myself. I was not. I was referring to that human part of us, that one little bastion of goodness within no matter how much of a nasty beast we have been to others. It has been my years long and sorrowful conclusion to find that not all humans even have ‘one part good’ inside them. Some kill others or bear grudges so long they would rather nurse their anger to their death bed than step up to what it is to be a kind, compassionate human being. So my title has been changed which you will see from the following link. Enjoy your day and thank you for reading my pages. You are very much appreciated by me.