How to start?

Now that we've  started the new year, I have so many things to do. Things I want to do, need to do, and then that bitchy thing I'm forced to do.  Not that I hate it, its just that I don't know how exactly to go about it. I just like to sit at my computer and write, but that's the easy part of being an author.
You see, now that I have these six books written and published and many sold, how do I keep the momentum going?  At this time I've got them all as e-books for Kindle and Nook too as well, but at 2.99 they are not flying off Amazon's shelf.
Is there anyone out there, (a mentor,) who knows where I should first start on this humongus task to gain entry into a more profitable arena?
Ideas would be great.
Thanks, Lyn

The Lindy Lewis Diaries: Merry Christmas everyone.

The Lindy Lewis Diaries: Merry Christmas everyone.

Merry Christmas everyone.

I wish to thank all of you readers who support my writing.  It has been a long time (2007) since my first endeaver brought forth Nightmares and Dreams, and since then, I have been fortunate to have been able to publish one a year.  After book six, (SILENCE), I sent Lindy Lewis on a vacation with her love Reed, and created a new novel with new characters, that originates in Birch Lake as well.
MOONBEAMS will be out in the fall of 2013 and I know you will all be anxious to read about Daisy O'Dell, a blonde, slim, independent manicurist.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.

Lyn Miller Lacoursiere

ps; I might add, MOONBEAMS TOO, is in the works!

Whats there to do? (Billy's favorite complaint growing up)

Writing is a wonderful adventure for me. And at my age and circumstance, I need to keep busy and have a focus. For me, its to go to my computer each and almost every morning to write. Usually I'm in the midst of a novel, but sometimes I just need to take a breath and write something different. Like letters, e-mails or a short story. Recently, after I had wrapped up a new novel to be out the fall of 2013, I thought I should spend a month on learning the mysteries, the "in and outs" of marketing using the internet, as all my six paperbacks are also e-books. And yes, I know it is the way of the future. Well, its still a mystery to me. As authors, we certainly support each others work, but we don't usually take or have the time to read too much of that work. To get to know these authors and hope they will want to get to know us, to then tell thier friends to look us up, seems an awful long road of "maybe's". But what is a better way to get our work out there? Hire a sales force? Sell out of the trunk of our car? Can't I just stay here in my safe cocoon and just write? Won't the avid readers out there find me? No? Comments please Thanks Lyn

Do you like an Epilogue? Here's one you might see sometime.

Epilogue Daisy realized she’d had all she could stand of this so called “quiet life” she thought she’d have when she had moved back to Birch Lake years before, and Jesse never did see her again. In the weeks that followed, the name Bjorn Olafson was found to belong to the second murderer, and his body was also flown back across the seas to Oslo, Norway, to be met by the FBI. After months of investigations his body was finally released to his family for burial. Realizing she could never relax in her home in Birch Lake again as she’d always be fearing the reappearance of the snakes, Daisy decided to contact a realtor friend and sell the house after it was redecorated, and also her manicuring business. During her stay in Minneapolis she found she loved the city life again and would look for a home in a western suburb. She called Ed and they agreed to meet from time to time in the city, and she also discussed her life change with Reed Conners. She had enough money to live comfortably regardless of the sales of her properties so she could make the change anytime. And if, that inheritance from Roma’s estate came through, maybe she’d do that special something she had always dreamed about. She smiled then as she raised the cup of coffee to her lips and sipped at its dark roast. The End

A Joyous Mystery

As we were approaching the Christmas holiday again one year, I was tired and resented the interruption. Now I had to grapple for more energy and spend extra hours cleaning the corners of my house, cook, entertain and shop. Why do I do this, I mumbled. What a bothersome task! No, I decided this year I would just send money and be done with it. No cards, no gifts. Just a Christmas Eve dinner, thats all. What a commercial hype of my time. It felt wonderful not to trample from store to store, sweating in my winter coat, staring at lists with glazed eyeballs puzzling over new fangled toys, fashional new colors, vocalists I'd never heard of and videos that used to only suggest. What a relief, I thought to myself. A good decision! I saw other people race around breathlessly, taking time during their lunch and every possible evening and weekend to put together their stash of briberies. When someone would ask me if 'I had my shopping done yet,' I would say, 'I'm not buying anything this year.' And I would chuckle at their astonishment, at my audacity to break away from the tradition. Then I'd catch a raised eyebrow. Well! Days passed, colored lights abounded on houses and in windows. The atmosphere was charged with everyone's expectations of the approaching holidays. Me--I was doing my usual, relaxing and I must admit, feeling somewhat smug. Now Christmas Eve day was here and company due. I had to grocery shop and cook. I had planned a simple dinner with a pie for dessert. I rushed into the store and fought my way among the throngs of harried shoppers and found one of the last empty carts. I was still relaxed and taking my time. But before I knew it, my cart began to fill up. Darn, was it too late? I suddenly had this unexplained need to buy everything in sight. I found a turkey, a ham, buns, cookies, cider, candy, lefsa and the tradional potato sausage. My hands were flying, my short list forgotten. It's late! And it's much to late to do anything more now, I said as I checked my watch. But I had this irresistible need to give. I had to buy some gifts! I calculated the time left before the stores closed, and cussed that I didn't have a list. And I ran! The evening came much too fast. I was tired and the house needed dusting, the cupboards were messy again and the closets overflowed. Darn. Well. I started the oven, opened cans, peeled vegetables and found the good tablecloth and dusted the house with a dishtowel. And soon delicious aromas began to come from the kitchen as the windows steamed up. Grandma came early and complained of stomach gas. Friends and kids in their outfits of leather, in suits and jeans arrived. Short hair and long, carrying guitars and vedeos. As I stood in the middle of this confusion of coats, laughter and hugs, my head was in a whirl. My house was vibrating as I busied myself warming cider and browning buns and I listened to the merriment going on around me. The Christmas carols blared on the stero as I served cinnamon flavored drinks to the kids. Then I saw it. Then I remembered. I realized this is why we rush around, grasping at last bits of energy, overloading our charge accounts, and cleaning the far corners in our homes. I saw the warm, wonderful feeling of real love, amidst the laughter, cnd catching up of times, belonging and acceptance that we all seek and need on this special holiday. Later, my back hurt and legs ached as I put things back in order. But, almost too late, I found it had all been worth it, and the mystery of why we do it was solved, once again. -Lyn Miller Lacoursiere (Written sometime years ago)