When I'm sure the bookmark is done correctly, I'll create a two-sided business card (whoopie). Next comes the press release, and maybe an ad in some publication because press releases don't always get published in time, or even published at all if the writer is new to the scene. I have a presence on Facebook and Goodreads, and I'm sending out notes to writing groups, family, friends, etc., etc. I'm sure there's more I'll be finding out.
Exciting stuff—I love learning new things, even if it is soooo time-consuming. It also takes me way out of my comfort zone, but I'll try to keep on keeping on. You try to do the same.
Now, here's another excerpt from the book (Protagonist Mirabel Campbell is talking with Sheriff Evan Thompson who says...)
“If a company is racing to develop a new product before someone else does, they can get pretty cutthroat. Even hire industrial spies. You might be on to something.”
She shook her head. “The genome project was set up as a multinational venture just for that reason. To make the research findings available to everyone. The idea was to level the playing field, and then there’d be no reason for profit-incentive spies.”
“Wouldn’t keep someone from trying to get a step ahead, would it? There’s money in being the first to reach the markets and where there’s money, there’s incentive.”
Scientists are too focused on their work, she thought. Too anal. But in her heart she knew there were some who might do anything to get ahead. Not for the money but for the prestige of being first. “I’d already sent my written report to the convention center. That was the reason for this quick weekend trip. Give my presentation, stop by an astronomers’ conference, then get in some R&R.”
“Okay, why are you so sure that Dan didn’t have his fingers into something?”
“If he’d been doing drug flights or smuggling or doing whatever pays beaucoup bucks, why would he still owe a ton of money to people?”
“You just made my case. Drug flights pay big bucks. Maybe he needed cash to pay off the plane. That’d be a pretty good excuse for slipping over to the dark side. Or maybe his old pickup and loan were part of a cover story so no one would think he was into that stuff.”
“You can’t believe that. Dan is as straight as they come.”
His heavy shoulders lifted slightly then sagged again. “All right, then. Back to you. You domestic CIA by any chance?”
“Are you serious? My idea of a grand adventure is trading my microscope for a telescope every once in a while so I can poke around the night skies with Ray. Until all this happened, my biggest excitement was a few days ago when I thought I spotted a new comet. I saw a bright spot and then I didn’t. Probably a blip in my contacts, but I was going to compare notes with other armchair astronomers in Vegas. So much for that idea.”
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