Writing a Book Acknowledgement

MOCK 01 Front Cover Scattered StonesThere are many sections to a book. The two important parts that need the most attention are the story and the cover (in that order). For the past several months, I have focussed on these two things; without a doubt, I want them to be as close to perfect as humanly possible.

As launch day approaches for Scattered Stones, book 2 in The Castle Keepers series, I need to start playing with the other parts that go into a printed novel, the little details that occupy the spaces between the front cover and the story, and the back cover and the story. Playing is the exact word I want to use.

This time around, I want to be less formal and allow a slither of my silly side to lighten and brighten these little details. I love fun, funny and silly. And I love putting a twist into things that readers don’t expect. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

I have never written an acknowledgement for any of my books, but I’ve seen many books that include them. In essence, it is a few words to thank the people who provided a helping hand to bring the book to life. This might be direct or indirect help.

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Don’t Strap on the Feed Bag

I can’t remember the first time I rode a horse. It was sometime in my childhood, before my teen years. We never owned a horse or a pony, but Carl Hoffman, who lived on a farm a short walk up the dirt road, did. It was a work horse, dark in colour, if my memory serves me well.

The horse lived in a grand barn, built by Mr. Hoffman from the trees on the property. The beams had to be twelve inches square. They created a massive structure that would have lasted a century or more if careless idiots hadn’t burnt it down a few years ago.

The barn will live on in my memory, as will the horse and the wonderful smells inside the structure. Hay on a warm day, fresh manure and the general odour of farm life lived in that barn. It was pleasant to sit in it and smell the aromas. If I closed my eyes, I could dream of being in a time when life was simpler and horses depended on fresh grass and hay—set up for the winter—to survive.

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Borrow My Book at the Library

The other day a friend asked if my youth novel, Mystery Light in Cranberry Cove, could be borrowed from the library. It was then I remembered I didn’t promote the availability of my book through this public location.

So here’s the announcement.

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