As I’ve been posting, I spend a great deal of time promoting my work. It’s not an easy task and it certainly can be frustrating, if I allow myself to become frustrated. Like everything else that we encounter as we go through life, we have to measure our successes based on each accomplishment.
“My Name is Rebecca: A Novelette” is historical fiction about immigrants who came to this country in the early 1900s. My intention was to dedicate the story to my mother’s family but it evolved into a story dedicated to all who came during that era. Anyway, I’ve been busy marketing it and have it placed in quite a few stores on consignment. But let me tell you about my great accomplishment with the book. It has been accepted at two Jewish museums (one in Milwaukee and one in Miami Beach); at the Racine Heritage Museum (in Racine, Wisconsin which is the setting); and in the Racine Public Library. I am beyond thrilled that these institutions have accepted my donation of this story.
My grandparents were married in Racine in 1915–over one hundred years ago. Their five children were born and raised there. (I was also born in Racine.) I find it astounding that my family can be traced back over one hundred years. Some of the stories in the novelette are based on things I heard and experienced while growing up, making it even more meaningful to me.
So, I have been successful in marketing my story. I have no doubt that my family is pleased at where the story will be housed. I know that I am. And by-the-way, the picture on the cover is of my mother, taken in 1931 when she was four years old. And want to know a little secret, in case you haven’t read it yet? Her original name was Rebecca and if you do read it, you’ll see what the title is all about.
The book is available on Barnes and Noble in Nook format; and on Amazon in paperback and Kindle formats. (The e-books are only $1.25–and the story is worth a million times more. To me, anyway).
I hope you’ll read it–and share the experience that I have tried to convey about the experiences of the immigrants who came to America during that era.
Phyllis
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