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Why I Like Book Trailers


A lot of writers wonder if book trailers help sales. I'm not sure if they do or don't.  What I do believe about book sales is that authors want to look at all possibilities that are there to make readers aware of their books.

The reason I really like book trailers is because I am a visual writer. When I write a book, I see it play out like a movie in my head. I do that because it's just how I write, but also because somewhere in the back of my mind (not too far back) I am always hopeful that something I write will be made into a movie, or for TV. I am a big believer in putting out to The Universe things we would like to have happen in our lives. Therefore, the book trailer for me, is a small step toward that ultimate goal. And, it also gives readers an idea of what the book is about. It is a visual back jacket of the book.

I'd love to know what writers and readers think...Do you as a reader enjoy book trailers? If so, what do you like about them, and if not, what don't you like? Do you as a writer think they help you in any way? If so, how?

Thanks for reading!

Cheers,
Michele

Comments

Gayle Carline said…
In theory, I'm a fan of book trailers. In practice, I wonder how people find them, in order to get interested in a book.

I like your Grey Tier trailer - it's very stylish and I think it gets the feel of the book nicely. In general, I have a few requirements for a trailer: 1) They have to be no more than a minute long. Get in, get to the point, get out. 2) If you're just going to use stock photos and put words across them, then why bother? It's like watching a PowerPoint presentation. 3) Surprise me in some way, either through humor or terror or setting the mood or tone of the book.

I've got trailers for my two mysteries. I don't know if they drive any sales, but I live by your words: "Throw it all out there and see what sticks." That sums up my marketing plan.

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