It seems like everyone is an expert nowadays. And I get it. You want people to read your blog, they need a reason. I’ll be honest. I’m not an expert at anything. I have lucked my way through everything. Don’t get me wrong, if I want to learn to do something I read up on it. I look at what other people have done and then I do it my own way.
I approached writing the same way. I watched movies I considered great. I’m a visual person. I read great books. And then I wrote the story I want to read. I nixed the things that annoyed me from my favorite TV shows. I embellished the things I thought were great in my favorite stories. I wrote a book. I wrote five books, all in the span of about a year or so.
Then it came time to take the next step. Publishedland. That sounds like a great place to be, doesn’t it? There are great rides there, like holding a physical copy of the thing you spilled blood, sweat, and tears for. I got to say that is an awesome one. The adrenaline rush is incomparable. There are other rides in that park, at least that’s what we’re told. I mean it’s happened before right. Authors sell their manuscripts for millions of dollars. Books are made into movies. Authors can make a living doing something they love there.
You wrote the book. That’s the hard part, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too.
Turns out writing is the easy part. The fences around publishedland are higher than you would ever believe. See, Indie publishing made getting the physical copy of your book easier to get your hands on. And it made it easier to get your book into the hands of the masses, which is great.
Everything I read told me that the big publishers took control. It’s their business to sell books. There is a narrow window of proven salability. They want what they’ve invested in to fit in that window. They expect your work to fit that window. That I can handle. I get where they’re coming from even. The problem I had with it is they will CHANGE your work to jam it in with a shoe horn.
I am a control freak. I suffer no delusions. I wrote a story that I love. I wove together characters that were mine. I dare to call them my friends. The idea of tearing my characters to ribbons so they were more like Edward Cullen, kind of disgusted me. I’ve got nothing against Stephanie Meyer. Vincent (My main character) is mine, and Edward is hers. It’s that simple.
With that knowledge, Indie publishing started to look pretty damned good. So I put my nose to the ground. I jumped through the hoops and dodged the pitfalls of writing, editing, and publishing. There’s distribution to deal with. Packaging details, and release dates to contend with. It is by far and away not the easiest thing I’ve done. But I did it.
Normally this would be the part where you start jumping for joy. Nope, ‘fraid not. I didn’t know it then, but I was working my way toward the big scary monster of my particular forest. MARKETING. Duh duh duh. But that is a story for my next blog post. Oh yeah, did you think this was a story that could be told in just a paragraph or two? This is just the beginning.
So, as I said, I’m not an expert. Everything I’ve read says you need rocking content to get people checking back to your website again and again. Well, I can’t offer you great advice on how to brand your name. I can’t give you secrets about how to get hundreds of followers. What I can do is relate my story. That’s right, I will write to you dear reader about my triumphs and mistakes so you can learn from the wounds I’ve suffered.
I never thought I was interesting enough to get my own monthly series but hey, there’s a first for everything. I think I’ll call it… Adventures in puplishedland. That’s kind of a catchy name.
So, dear reader, check back for explosions, wild romance, thrilling action, and occasionally the hunt for tea as I brave the towering waves and bone chilling cold of the world that is becoming a successful novelist. If nothing else at least you can laugh as I trip and fall on my face.
Tune in next time as our intrepid heroine goes up against the Facebook like page. It’s a wily beast.
That's all for now. So big hugs and sloppy wet kisses. Till next we yammer.
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