Sunday, January 29, 2006

The book promotion business leaves me high and low. Man. Friday I called Borders' HQ in Ann Arbor, MI, and the guy there told me that there's little chance that I can get my book reviewed as it's self-published. I was pretty bummed, but then something changed all that.

My Lost Summer will be the March Book of the Month at College Hill Coffee Co. & Casual Gourmet, and I'll be leading a discussion on Traumatic Brain Injury on March 21 from 4:30 - 5:30 p.m. I contacted someone with a local paper to let her know about the event. She has been so helpful and told me that contacting local hospitals and med schools might be a good way to drum up attendance. So I contacted someone I know in PR at U. Cincinnati, and she contacted someone she knows in PR for the med school there, and it turns out that there's a doctor there who is a coma specialist. The PR person is making arrangements, which I'm not clear on, but it's something like the doctor and I would sit on a two-person panel and be interviewed for either print or video or both. You can image, I was pretty pumped after that. (This afternoon I have been watching the Winter X Games, which is why, at 36, I using words like bummed and pumped to describe my emotions. I am so excited for the Olympics to start.)

Drake Center, the rehabilitation hospital, is only a couple miles from here. I should drop by and just walk the halls looking for a bulletin board to put a poster on advertising my book signing February 11 and my TBI discussion March 21. That way, maybe families of recovering coma victims can see. These families are who my book will most benefit.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

January 25, 2006

Monday I sold the 100th copy of My Lost Summer, and I had a flash of fear that it would be the last one; my sales would stop at 100. It was an irrational fear as the book's not even in Books In Print yet or available on Amazon. Plus, not even all my friends and relatives have gotten thier copies.

Last night Borders Books in Mason called to order five. So now I'm up to 105 anyway.

Last Wednesday I gave a talk about TBI (traumatic brain injury) and the book at work. Today a fellow who was at the presentation stopped me in the hall and told me of his own TBI. Over 20 years ago he hit a tree while skiing. Anyway, in the last two years things have gotten worse for him, and he was glad to hear my story, to learn that there is hope, that over time things may get better. It just takes time.

I'm glad to have found this site to host my blog. I really didn't know how I was going to do it on my own site.