WOW – It’s Been 12 Years!!!

Wow, I can’t believe it was 12 years ago when my first book was published. I remember being giddy and excited putting my hands on that first glossy copy of it. Now, the time has passed, and though the book was later joined by two sequels, I allowed it to languish. I was always busy with my current profession and business, and with family, I didn’t take time to market it. So if I didn’t tell anybody about it. Of course, no one knows about it. The Georgia Writers Association liked it, and most of my readers loved it. Today, as I thanked everyone for congratulating me on my work anniversary for being a writer on LinkedIn, I went back and looked at the evolution of my first book. I am sharing the covers with you. Which do you like best?

As it turns out, I became pretty much what I set out to be as a writer. It’s just that I write policies and procedures, operations manuals, and millions of emails for a living. Not romantic suspense, though I am the very proud author of the titillating, romantic suspense novels that everyone is surprised that I wrote. If you want to read your entertainment instead of turning on Netflix, get a copy. Start with “Dreams Thrown Away” and have fun. Oh, and don’t forget a review or even a note on which cover you liked best. Thank you!

Which cover do you like best?
Which cover do you like best?








Forgive Me My Silence – A Message for My FaceBook Family

tsc1FLOWERForgive me my silence. Three deaths in three weeks affected me in a manner I didn’t expect. My world became frozen in time, though I physically went through the motions, did what I was supposed to do, and said what I was supposed to say, I was still frozen. You see the first death was my cousin, Robin. We had been close since I was born until my early twenties. He was the brother I always wanted because he tortured me, gave me insane advice, taught me how to ride horses, and was there until our lives took us down separate paths. Yet, when we saw each other or talked, we were still close.

Then as fate would have it, my mother died the morning of his funeral. And God knows, there is no closer connection than your mother. I had been expecting her death, more than once, but this time you could see death gripping her, moment by moment, and it was hard. The look in her 92-year-old eyes said she still wasn’t ready yet, but the Universe disagreed. It was calling her forth to be with our ancestors, to rejoin with my dad.

To no end it seemed, I received a text that my cousin’s husband had taken his leave, losing a battle with cancer she’d just found out about. He had known, keeping it a secret for months until the secret could no longer be held. Then I watched the devastation and heard the pain in my cousin’s voice as she had to face the loss of a man who loved her dearly. He was a good man who took care of her and whom she loved madly.

So forgive me my silence, my missed birthday and accomplishments shout outs. Forgive me, the late thank you cards and acknowledgments. Forgive the late returned phone calls and Facebook posts acknowledging the outpouring of your love. Time is finally beginning to move forward for me, it’s slowly coming back into focus. I have kept myself busy because my soul wanted nothing to do with the linear world. My words tell me, “it’s the passage of life.” My heart tells me, “it’s okay to mourn and feel frozen for those loved ones who have left.” Both are telling me the truth. But, what matters right now is to let each of you know that:

“I thank you for your love, your kind words, your flowers, your gifts, and your time. The time you took to call, to visit, to text, to post was heartfelt. I love you all, and May God Bless You.”

Dilsa Saunders Bailey

Peddling Fast. Going in Circles

On that bike, I dreamed of other worlds, made up interesting people including lots of Knights in Shining Armor to whisk me away.

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When I was a kid, I had an aquamarine bike that I lived on. That’s where my imagination was born, on that bike peddling faster and faster around the driveway that encircled my home in South Carolina. On that bike, I dreamed of other worlds, made up interesting people including lots of Knights in Shining Armor to whisk me away. That was the place, that spot, where I decided to become a writer. Even though you wouldn’t call my current profession a literary one, I write all the time, just not the novels or stories I dreamt of on that bike with my initials carved on the back as a license plate.

Do I have any regrets? No. Living in regret is a waste of precious time that could be used writing. Over the past few weeks, I fell behind on my blog, my newsletter, and fiddling around with a script idea for Dreams Thrown Away, because I was writing policies for a client. Shh…Don’t tell anyone. I hate to admit it, but there is a certain satisfaction in that type of writing as well. There must be. I have done it for so many years, and no matter how many times I tried to close the door on that side of my writing, another door slams open. It seems that no matter how hard I try to get off that loop on Askew Circle, I just spin my wheels through another opening. I am still peddling fast.

Maybe the going in circles is not such a bad thing either. I know, I know. You may think there is a lesson I haven’t learned because I am doing the same thing over and over. Or maybe, in my opinion, my circle is expanding and retracting, taking different shapes and forms, more like a spiral. You see, humans are not just malleable beings, shifting and shaping our minds and bodies with each cultural and societal shift. We have been endowed by a greater Source with the ability to do many things other species cannot. However, humans spend a lot of time trying to get one thing right. But, what if we were meant to do many things right? What a concept? Maybe each thing comes at a different time in our lives, or perhaps all at once. We are each different, and it’s time society stopped trying to make us all the same. Or, better yet, we need to stop trying to make ourselves like everybody else. Not every woman can fit a dress size 6 or should that be her desire.

This morning, as I write this, I am trying to stop myself from doing two things at once. I want to get on that bike and peddle fast, write more novels, write that script, that short story. And the other part of me says your client wants that policy by the end of the week, riding back into that circle again. But, hey, I am a spiral. I can do both, just one at a time. That’s called time management. The most important thing though is that I am WRITING. What are you doing today?

Dilsa Saunders Bailey, the author of The Sperling Chronicles and A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Right Doctor, loves to blog as “simplydilsa,” a woman who loves to write out loud. The third novel in The Sperling Chronicles, No Tears for Dead Men, is now available in Print and on Kindle.

 

 

What I Have Learned as an Author

As an author, I have always believed that my goal was just to sell books. That was the attitude I have carried since my first release in 2009.

This past week, I stepped out of my usual routine and participated in a book event, The Author Expo at the Dekalb County Public Library in Tucker. At first, I was a bit wary about doing so because of my past experiences with book events. As an author, I have always believed that my goal was just to sell books. That was the attitude I have carried since my first release in 2009. Not that I was entirely off, but what I had failed to grasp was the importance of networking and meeting people face to face. Over the years, I have blogged off and on, hung out on social media way too much, and half-heartedly sought a book club here and there. In hindsight, it wasn’t all about my commitment to selling books, it was more about my lack of knowing what to do.

I am not writing this article because I now have all the answers and I am going to shout what I do know about selling training or eBooks or anything else. I am writing this article because I don’t want other writers and authors to feel left out. As I listen to and read the gurus out there, I have come to realize a couple of things about marketing my writing. One, the best audience is your live audience. Start with those who you can touch and who can touch you, then branch out from there. When I say branch out, I mean choose your venues carefully, but choose. Get out, especially from behind your computer on social media, and in front of people. Engage. Book events are good for that. Even if the foot traffic is low, you will still have a room filled with potential readers and collaborators, the other authors.

Don’t despair though. When I first started out, I spent thousands of dollars on book events and their associated costs. That first year, I attended five events from Atlanta to Houston. My hard-earned dollars were spent on booths, books, airfare, hotels, food, transportation, and shipping. At each event, I averaged the sale of about 10 books. So, you get why I quit doing book events unless they were free. I gave up, threw my hands up until another two years past and I wrote another book. This time, it was more blogs, more social media, launch parties, and book clubs. The momentum for my books was picking up, but so was my nine-to-five. One of them had to go. I dropped the books. After all, I had convinced myself it was a fairy tale. So, what has changed since then? What was the second thing I finally realized? Commitment.

Real commitment. In addition to learning that face to face is as important as a daily post on Facebook or a robust email list, I have realized nothing will work unless you work it. You must stay focused on the results you visualize. And yes, a healthy email list is a plus, but a little voice inside my mind keeps asking, “Does Stephen King have an email list?” At least, I am not on it. And when I open my email, I think I am on everybody’s list. I could spend the day unsubscribing and still have a full box in the morning. Don’t get me wrong, I am not knocking emails. HINT: Please subscribe to my newsletter by giving me your email. I promise I won’t inundate your mailbox. Just saying. However, in addition to subscribing, whether you are a reader, an author, or someone only interested in “Living Life One Story at a Time,” drop a comment to say hi. If I am at an event near you, stop by and say hi. Let’s meet and greet.

But, this advice is not just something to keep in mind for selling books. In today’s society, we need to become more organic, more aware that each of us is human, with feelings, dreams, and goals. Go share those over a cup of coffee, at a book event, or any event where humans are there. And I implore each of you reading this blog, commit to something whether it is to become the bestselling author or the best mom in the world. Commit. Stay Focused. Smile and Say Hello to another human. Let’s continue to keep Living Life One Story at a Time in the best way possible.


Dilsa Saunders Bailey, the author of The Sperling Chronicles and A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Right Doctor, loves to blog as “simplydilsa,” a woman who loves to LIVING LIFE ONE STORY AT A TIME. All three novels in The Sperling Chronicles, Dreams Thrown Away, Split Images, and No Tears for Dead Men, are now available in Print at most online retailers and on Kindle.

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Dreams Thrown Away ~ The Sperling Chronicles by Dilsa Saunders Bailey

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Dreams.  Dreams are a series of thoughts, images or emotions that occur while sleeping.  Having daydreams is something that is pleasurable for you while you are awake.  Most of us dream about what our lives would be like when we get older or what we want to…

Woke up this sunny Sunday morning after a long day at a book event yesterday to this wonderful review. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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dream_thrown_6x9-perfectebookDreams.  Dreams are a series of thoughts, images or emotions that occur while sleeping.  Having daydreams is something that is pleasurable for you while you are awake.  Most of us dream about what our lives would be like when we get older or what we want to be/want to do in life.  Whenever you hear someone say “I’m living the dream”, the things they thought about when they were younger is happening for them now.  Is it possible to live the dream or is the best we can do is hope for the best?

Kalina Denise Harris is a young girl with a lot of big dreams.  Kalina comes from a small town but she has big city dreams, and she can’t wait to leave this small town behind!  Kalina has dreams of going to a big college and leaving all of the sadness that she has to endure living…

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