This week The Book Blogger Files features Jess Haigh, who you may know from Twitter as @BookElfLeeds. She’s not exclusively a book blogger, but she does know her books and bookish events, so I wanted to find out more about her site. Here goes!
Homespun Threads (A Patchwork of Fairytales) has now been available to buy on the internets for a week (at Smashwords or Amazon). I’ve read a fair amount of advice on how to market it, all of which requires a lot of time and effort which I am applying in fits and starts – that’s what happens when you have a day job, alas. Here are some of the main bits of advice that have come up:
Posts on here have been sporadic of late because I’ve been putting together Homespun Threads, a book of 35 fairy stories featuring dragons, princesses, selkies, kelpies, manticores, sheep and all manner of other magical beasties. Continue reading “If You Buy This eBook Your Life Will Be Better” →
For those who are new to The Great Kindle Challenge, I thought I would give a quick overview of how it all began before drawing my inevitable conclusions. Most of this is copied and pasted from Wikipedia, as you can probably tell.
Once Upon A Time there was an eccentric gent who went by the name of Professor Amazon. Like all unusual academics, he was the owner of an enormous raggle taggle white beard, and his moustache was a champion of the genre. He wore spectacles, because genius tends to make one’s eyes a little weak, and was generally to be seen sporting the very latest in holey old jeans and slightly less holey jumpers.
Professor Amazon was the older brother of a younger sister, whose was called Praline Amazon because their parents were having an off day when they named her. Praline had spent most of her life working very hard to show the world that she was more than just a silly name, and she founded an internet business that you may have heard of – it was called Amazon.
One day, Praline called her brother on the telephone and said to him, “Professor Amazon, I want you to invent me a thing.” Continue reading “The Great Kindle Challenge: Day 12” →
*Waits for people under 20 to find something else to do*
Remember how long the batteries lasted on that thing? Pure ages, that’s how long. They were practically furry by the time you had to replace them, unlike these new fangled MP3 players and smartphones which you have to charge every flippin’ day. What’s all that about, eh? Ridiculous.
But nevermind, for I am here to tell you that the battery life of the kindle is more akin to that of the walkman than the iPhone. I know you’ve been on tenterhooks waiting to have this confirmed, and you’re welcome.
However, as with so much in life, this longevity has both good points and bad points.
Today I have discovered that the kindle is full of mysteries. Well, I say full, but that isn’t what I mean. What happened was I noticed a thing it was doing that I have no idea what it was talking about, and rather than googling it to find out I took photos to show you. Continue reading “The Great Kindle Challenge: Day 2” →
So here I am, poised and ready to enjoy reading a book on the kindle. I have been prepped so I know it is NOT a touch screen device; you turn the pages by pressing buttons. It’s basically like living in the olden days, technology wise. Remember buttons? They were fun, weren’t they. Although sometimes you used to get things stuck under them – bits of cake, usually, or foliage – and then you had to prise them off with a nail file or a straightened out paper clip to get the stuff out. They went back on OK but they were never really the same again. Continue reading “The Great Kindle Challenge: Day 1” →
“I’ve got an idea for your blog,” Bob said mysteriously at the office tea point one morning, “but I won’t tell you about it now, I’ll speak to you later.”
Then he vanished into the mist like he’d never been there at all. Being as how I’m not much of a pre-10am person this was a little befuddling. Why was our office so misty, and on a sunny day? Still, an hour or two of putting together resource packs sorted me right out. By the time he reappeared to expound on his idea, I was alert as a tack.