Christmas Drabble series
(Took me a while to remember how to post!!!!)
I wrote 99.9% of this last year. I just never had time to finish it off before Christmas actually came and went. I was hoping to get it finished by this Christmas, but as tomorrow's Christmas Eve here, I don't see that happening either. So suffice to say, I am shooting for a New Year finish. I'll give it a go anyway. *head desk at real life and half-finished fics*
Title: Ghostwriter
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
A/U Drabble series for Christmas
300 words each part
“Christmas novellas.”
Laura watched for Bill’s reaction to her unexpected announcement closely. His eyebrows lifted only a fraction, but he did unnecessarily adjust his wire-rimmed spectacles.
“I want every author you represent to write at least two.”
“It’s a little short notice,” he said dryly, effectively reminding her Christmas day was only a week away.
“Sales of Christmas novellas are booming and we only have three available this year,” she continued, ignoring his predictable negativity. “They tend to be romances, but there’s nothing to say they have to be. What they do need to be, most definitely, is good enough to make the reader want to buy something else by the author. Next year I want Presidency Publishing to have a quality range of seasonal books available. I want you to convey to your writers how important these novellas will be in terms of marketing.”
“They’ll only be published in eformat?”
She waved her hand, dismissing his typical regrets and reservations about the ebook business.
"We can do this cheap. Minimal editing, basic covers. Free book campaigns are always popular.”
“But not profitable. I would rather my authors received something for their efforts."
She removed her glasses and felt her cheek twitch, as it was accustomed to do when she became frustrated with her most successful agent. “Christmas is a cold business, Bill.”
His expression told her everything he wasn’t saying out loud.
She felt a sudden pang to be in Bill Adama’s stable of writers. To have him rush to her defense.
She blinked. Now that she’d just slipped over to the wrong side of fifty, was she to become needy?
She sat up straighter. “I want every writer who is due to release a book in the next two years to have a novella available by Black Friday."
I wrote 99.9% of this last year. I just never had time to finish it off before Christmas actually came and went. I was hoping to get it finished by this Christmas, but as tomorrow's Christmas Eve here, I don't see that happening either. So suffice to say, I am shooting for a New Year finish. I'll give it a go anyway. *head desk at real life and half-finished fics*
Title: Ghostwriter
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
A/U Drabble series for Christmas
300 words each part
“Christmas novellas.”
Laura watched for Bill’s reaction to her unexpected announcement closely. His eyebrows lifted only a fraction, but he did unnecessarily adjust his wire-rimmed spectacles.
“I want every author you represent to write at least two.”
“It’s a little short notice,” he said dryly, effectively reminding her Christmas day was only a week away.
“Sales of Christmas novellas are booming and we only have three available this year,” she continued, ignoring his predictable negativity. “They tend to be romances, but there’s nothing to say they have to be. What they do need to be, most definitely, is good enough to make the reader want to buy something else by the author. Next year I want Presidency Publishing to have a quality range of seasonal books available. I want you to convey to your writers how important these novellas will be in terms of marketing.”
“They’ll only be published in eformat?”
She waved her hand, dismissing his typical regrets and reservations about the ebook business.
"We can do this cheap. Minimal editing, basic covers. Free book campaigns are always popular.”
“But not profitable. I would rather my authors received something for their efforts."
She removed her glasses and felt her cheek twitch, as it was accustomed to do when she became frustrated with her most successful agent. “Christmas is a cold business, Bill.”
His expression told her everything he wasn’t saying out loud.
She felt a sudden pang to be in Bill Adama’s stable of writers. To have him rush to her defense.
She blinked. Now that she’d just slipped over to the wrong side of fifty, was she to become needy?
She sat up straighter. “I want every writer who is due to release a book in the next two years to have a novella available by Black Friday."