The Novel Corner

Lately, I’ve been trying to define the reader who I believe will enjoy my ebooks. I know that is rather presumptuous of me, considering I’ve not had many sales — yet.

Anyway, literally stealing  a page from Emily Casey’s website (Emily’s link is listed in “Blogs I Follow”), I asked myself, “Who will like my ebooks?”

In a nutshell, I came up with the following answer: 

First, you must be female.

(I base this opinion on reactions to a personal column I had to write for my local newspaper a lifetime-and-a-half.ago. During that experience, I decided my writing appealed by a very wide margin to women. I say that because nearly every man in the newsroom groaned aloud when reading my column. Conversely, countless women told me how much they loved my pieces. Ergo, it’s women, yes; men, no.}

So, with that in mind . . .

If you crave a puzzling whodunit . . .

If you like being unable to identify a clever killer until nearly the end of the book . . . . 

If you demand an appealing heroine who wants to take action but isn’t quite sure how to do so . . .

If you enjoy reading about people in a rural setting . . .. . .

If you appreciate a wildly Romantic view of life . . .

And if you get off on a darn-good, thrilling story . . .

Then . . . you’ll like my ebooks.

And if you know anyone who fits the above description, please tell her about me and about my books.

Thank you.

Happy reading and writing,

Anna Drake

Autumn in Illinois is its second most glorious season. The oppressive humidity of August breaks, the temperatures drop, and the leaves turn beautiful shades of gold and orange and yellow. The corn stalks in the fields wither and dry, and farmers tune up their machinery in hopes of a bountiful autumn harvest.

Then, the dried leaves begin falling, and there’s the lovely, crunching, crackling sound the leaves make beneath my feet or as they blow atop one another on a windy autumn day.  People step forth of their homes to begin the final cleanup for the year in their vegetable and flower gardens.

Jackets come out of summer storage; turtlenecks are washed and returned to closets. corduroy slacks, soft, warm and comfy, are pulled from drawers and put back into daily circulation. It’s truly fall. I dream of bonfires. I stare at Halloween decorations in the stores. I stiffen myself to face the winter months, which so soon follow, this second most glorious season of the year in Illinois.

This post is part of Free Write Friday, hosted by Magic in the Backyard