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As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a visual person. I’ve learn and absorb greatly with images. Visuals helped me through high school and cosmetology. I learned along the way many people are the same.
So when my editor suggested that I would benefit in having a book trailer for Forgetting Jane, I thought it was a fabulous idea, but didn’t have a clue where to begin.
I watched many trailers on youtube, talked to many author friends–I even went on line to see how much it would cost me to have it made by someone else…Can I say HOLY COW!
As a debut author, my budget minded brain eked out in pain when I saw the cost. Therefore, I decided to tackle the trailer myself. I have a Mac, which included IMovie, and using that application was a breeze.
Within reach of my fingertips, I had all the tools I needed. So without hesitation, I dug deep into the right side of my brain and slammed it overdrive. I began piecing together images I’ve collected from various sites my fellow authors had suggested-some were free and some were paid for.
Once I got my picture collage together, I then broke them down to where they would best describe my novel. I have to say, as a novice, I did pretty damn good.
By the end of it, I got quite acquainted with my computer and learned a great deal more than just putting together pictures.
Don’t be afraid to make a trailer. Yes, it’s time consuming but in the end, it’s worth it and your budget brain won’t cry out in pain.
So without further ado…Let the trailer speak for itself.
Somewhere in between my deepest darkest dreams and the twilight of waking up, I heard a voice calling out “mommy” three times. Each time, the voice grew louder. Each time, it pulled me out of my relaxed state, until my brain registered the thought that it might be one of my three kids calling for me. Scary or what?
I jumped out of bed and raced to each one of my kids’ rooms. I stumbled over their things to see if they were ok. Mind you, my brain was still foggy from sleep and my body was tensed up. By the time I looked in on my oldest, I realized that they were all fine, and sound asleep. I was the only one up, and wide awake.
Was I losing my mind? Was my house haunted? I was beginning to think so. All the adrenaline suddenly rushed out of my body and I became slightly dizzy. I figured, I’ll worry about it later. I walked back into my room, and carefully slipped back into bed. I didn’t want to wake my sleeping husband, who by the way, didn’t budge from me bolting out of bed. After I fixed my pillow and adjusted my blanket, I started to drift back to sleep. Then I heard the voice again. I paused and listened. It was really close. This time, I knew where it came from.
My wonderful sleeping husband was snoring. I guessed, he stopped the moment I flew out of bed, and started back up when I got back in. Who would have guessed a snore would like a “Mommy”.
Crazy isn’t it? I thought so.
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