Self-Isolation, Marketing During A Deadly Virus Outbreak, & Excerpt of WARNING: RIGID STANDARDS
Like many others, I've been practicing self-isolation. Coronavirus has hit the world hard, and my state has been hit hardest - or close to it.
Which means locking myself and my family up in our home as much as possible.
No daycare, no work, no breaks.
Two adults and two toddlers going stir-crazy and it's raining! What could possibly go wrong?
It also makes advertising a new publication incredibly difficult. Warning: Rigid Standards went live yesterday, but trying to market it? Buying books is a luxury right now, one many people suddenly can't afford where they could before.
It doesn't mean I just gave up. It means I adjusted my expectations accordingly.
That all said, I'd be remiss not to try.
For one, if you buy Rigid Standards from Evernight Publishing's website directly, you save 25%!
But you can still get it on Amazon as well.
And it's an ebook, so even cheaper and more instantaneous than paperback!
Even so, it's hard. Publishing has always been rough, but this is one event that will put its longevity to the test. As with many, many other corporations and businesses.
We live in interesting times. As a writer, I like to provide escapes from brutal reality.
I also like to come back to that brutal reality and remember to vote out the people who allowed this outbreak to worsen, endangering myself, my family, my loved ones, and millions of others.
Take a break, escape, read, watch a movie.
Then come back and fight the system.
We can do both.
Professor Benayoun took a breath and looked up. “Why don’t we take a five-minute break?”
Thank god. Portia cracked her knuckles. If she moved now—
Malik tapped her shoulder.
Portia twisted in her seat. “What?” she bit.
“Do you need an Ativan? You seem tense.”
Oh, wonderful. “Mind your own business.”
Broad shoulders moved in a lackadaisical shrug. “I’m trying, but you’re giving off this aura like you’re going to kill something. You didn’t even notice that girl move two seats away, did you?”
Portia lowered her voice. “Is this funny to you? Trying to piss me off? Do you think I couldn’t kick your ass?”
Malik tilted his head. Black hair brushed the frames of his stupid fucking sunglasses. “I know you could kick my ass.”
It took every ounce of her mother’s upbringing to mask her surprise with a blank stare.
A strange, lopsided smile flickered across his face and vanished again as he leaned back. “I’ve been told I have a penchant for punishment. Maybe a bad case of masochism runs in my family.”
Beneath her wavering anger, intrigue kindled in her lower belly. Portia looked him over.
It had been a while since she’d had the chance to be aggressive with a man. While Malik was annoying, he wasn’t terrible-looking. His build said he could take a hit. A lot of men flinched away from actual roughness, like teeth or nails, but if…
Horrified at herself, she shook her head. No. She didn’t need to take this there.
Malik leaned forward again. “What is it about me that irritates you so much, Miss Portia?”
“Don’t call me Miss.” The word reeked of Mother’s business associates: condescending and saccharine. “Quite honestly, I hate your sunglasses.”
From his arched brow, Malik didn’t seem to expect that.
Roughly, Portia said, “If you don’t need them, why wear them indoors? You look like a dick.”
“Ah. If that’s all…” He reached up and pulled the sunglasses off, his long fingers closing them one-handedly as he tucked them into his shirt. “Better?”
Portia stared. She couldn’t help it.
His eyes were black. Not umber, not gray, but absolutely black. Like a starless sky, a void that threatened to shred sanity to ribbons but for a flickering of heat indicating something deeper. His lashes were as dark as his hair, fine and long and highlighting the dark depths of his gaze.
Malik let loose a self-deprecating chuckle. “A little off-putting, right?”
“No.” It really wasn’t, not compared to the sunglasses. “I prefer looking people in the eye.”
“It never occurred to you I wore them because I could be intimidated by eye contact?”
Portia scoffed. “I don’t imagine much intimidates you.”
Surprise colored his features. Then he smiled, the closest she’d ever seen to a genuine expression on him. Portia’s lungs constricted at the sight.
Why did it feel like she’d caught a glimpse of something rare?