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Book Launch & Beach Days

August 14, 2023 by Mary Pat Johns Leave a Comment

A Different Perspective/ The Victoria Advocate

I’m preparing a book launch for my debut novel, Countin’ On Jesse. What’s a book launch? In marketing lingo, it’s a joint effort with others to create anticipation for the day of publication on September 12th. If a book were a store or a restaurant, release day would be the grand opening. A strong start is a helpful tool because there are so many new books on the market. And strangely enough, word of mouth is still the best way to spread the word about books.  

I contracted with my favorite marketing company for a DIY Book Launch program. The last couple of weeks, I’ve created an application for launch team members, made a private Facebook group page, written and scheduled emails to send, and now I’m working on social media posts. Lots going on before anyone signs up to help.

How does someone help with a book launch? One task includes reading the book before the publication date and posting a review on Amazon and other bookish sites. Many people shun writing reviews because it harkens us back to old-school book reports. Nope. Authors care about stars and 2-3 sentences telling what the reader loves about the book. No summaries, please. The other major task is posting graphics on social media to help pass the word.     

During this busy time, we kept our grandsons over the weekend. I made sure their Ipads stayed charged to incentivize downtime. We watched Christmas movies and built a lot of Jenga towers. But what helped keep attitudes in check best on a ferociously hot Saturday was looking forward to a trip to the beach. We drove to Port Aransas around mid-afternoon. The boys loved the ferry. However, people and vehicles crowded the jetties, so we decided to try a different access road. But when we drove away from the sand and water, our grandsons despaired—loudly, until I assured them we would find a less congested area and the perfect place to park. I emphasized they would get to swim in the ocean, play in the sand, and try out the boogie board. They perked up, happy that nothing was going to derail our plans.

We did just that. The boys had a super time playing in the water. My husband and I sat in chairs under the shady tarp and monitored them. I didn’t care for the undertow, but we’d recenter the little guys every so often, so it was manageable. Late afternoon was a pleasant time of day, the temps were down, and cool air breezed off the water. After trying out the boogie board, the boys enjoyed burying each other in the wet sand and building quicksand castles.

Once we packed up, we headed to DQ for supper and ice cream. The boys were excited and chatty. Even the drive home was fun, if not a little spooky, with it being pitch dark. It was so late, once we arrived at home, I let them change into pajamas and tumble into bed, sand and all.

The next morning, Dave vacuumed sand off our vinyl floors, and I dried wet swimsuits and towels while the boy got ready for church. The previous day’s fun comforted us, and the boys stayed cheerful.    

Sometimes, the extra fuss is worth it. Whether it’s a book launch or a beach day, our souls need the comfort these efforts bring, even if it takes a lot of planning.

*If you would like to know more about the book launch for Countin’ On Jesse, shoot me an email at marypatjohns@gmail.com.   

Crashing waves and counting heads

July 1, 2023 by Mary Pat Johns

A Different Perspective

Emmitt at the beach

For two years in a row, our daughter has rented a condo at Port Aransas for a quick getaway. Last year, my husband accompanied her and the girls. After hearing about all the fun they had, I made plans to go with them. A short 2 day stay I could manage, though my laptop went with me.  

The day we left Victoria, I spent the morning on the phone, getting permission and planning to take our youngest grandson with us. At the last minute, both my husband and I realized it would be a pleasant outing for him since his older brother was at camp.

The trip to Port Aransas was fun. Excited and chatty, Emmitt entertained us from the back seat. When he found out we were meeting his girl cousins at the condo, his euphoria over the unexpected windfall increased.

The condo was lovely. Dave and I claimed the downstairs room and bathroom. Everything else was upstairs. It even had an extra bunk bed for Emmitt, who was happy to be with his cousins—even if he got insistent about sleeping in a top bunk. Ria, his female counter-part, let him have her spot. Her prize for acting as peacemaker was the only bunk with a double mattress.

The next morning, when sunlight streamed in the door, I assumed I was the last one up. Not the case. Dave had slipped out with his coffee to watch the sunrise. I stayed on the couch and one grandchild joined me…then another. As if they sensed the sweetness of the moment, they asked quiet questions and seemed to enjoy the low-key togetherness.   

However, the beach beckoned. After a quick breakfast, off we went. Definitely the highlight of the trip. The kids couldn’t wait to get into the water. Dave and our son-in-law took turns with the boogie board and helped all who wanted to learn how to surf. I monitored all of them—constantly counting heads. As a child, I loved the swells, and when the waves crashed over my brother and me, it was simply the best. My daughter built a sandcastle, letting the sun and ocean drain away the stress. Their home had flooded, so she’d had an exhausting week dealing with insurance adjusters, contractors, and one hellacious mess.

Once everyone had their fill of sun, despite all the sunscreen we applied, we headed back for a late lunch and a lazy afternoon. After such a strenuous morning, tablets and iPads were a blessed relief. Dave and my son-in-law played ping-pong in the garage-turned-game room.  

Late that afternoon, the others left for their favorite gelato shop. I opted to stay behind with the four-year-old, who had crawled into her bunk and fallen asleep. One of Mamaw’s cardinal rules is—NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY.   

The condos had an excellent pool, which we took advantage of later that evening. It had a long, curvy slide, which the kids loved going down. They were brave and jumped off the rocks into the pool—until the adults spied numerous signs that strictly prohibited jumping. We showed them the signs, and they cooperated—mostly.

The evening was fun. We popped popcorn and watched an old Superman movie. Kids and adults alike loved it. After a quick trip to the beach the next morning, we reluctantly left.  

Short breaks from our daily routines help us stay on top of our game. The only thing we wished for was one more day at the beach. Something about the repetition of the waves crashing, the hot sunshine, and the salty air invigorates the soul. Beyond that, it was simply good to be together with family. I think it pleases the Lord when we take time to enjoy one another’s presence.       

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