I am sitting in Tim Horton’s drive through feeling small and insignificant while the enthusiast within me scrambles to shine through.
I am trying to promote my novel today.
After reluctantly checking out my sales page for the zillionth time, I range from wanting to plan a gonna-sell-my-soul-to-the-devil escapade and become a world famous author to gonna-erase-all-social-media and burn my book.
It’s humiliating and shaming to plaster your creation full of blood, sweat and tears, on your wall hoping and not hoping it will shine first in the news feed of your friends and few followers. Praying they will not get annoyed and unfollow my persistent pleas for purchases.
Too many places to promote and market a book!
Then I tweet….yes, I now know how to tweet. I say “check out my page for inspirational blogs” and of course I am subliminally begging for complete strangers to spend thier hard-earned money on yet another novel that has been released and is floating in the literary ocean.
I have a Pinterest account but am not yet sure how to pin or what you put on a board. I feel optimistic that when I trade my only free time to sleep, I will learn how to pin even more shameless requests of “Look at me! I wrote a book!”.
Instagram is for pictures and Linkedin is to follow other “Professionals”…. I don’t feel like a professional, I feel like a homeless person begging for change for a hot coffee. However, I will learn how to use these platforms too…. maybe.
Why can’t you just click once to promote your book everywhere?
Joining dozens of groups for Authors, Bloggers, social media gurus and those who have actually became successful with their works of written art is the easy part. And when someone makes it law that we have 30 hours days instead of 24 or I become a vampire, I will have the time to engage in conversation with these groups and hopefully learn some tricks to ease my promotion-induced suffering.
I am now exposed.
A once fairly isolated and private person, a hermit of sorts, now open to the world for dislikes, bad reviews, negative comments, dismisses and shame…. did I mention shame?
When a clump of dirt falls out of the bucket of an escavator the operator doesn’t go cry in his/her pillow. When a person puts a shirt back on the rack at Wal-Mart, the manager doesn’t order a 3-shot drink at the local pub. But when a writer puts a piece of themselves out into the raw and honest world of social media, they are exposed. Each post, tweet, pin and picture becomes a venue for despair or victory.
I have so much to learn! Thousands of terms, tricks, platforms, plugins and widgets. What a darling word… widget.
Promoting a book is painful, a hundred-hour-journey into the unknown, taking off layers of clothes for the world to comment and tweet your imperfections. Exposure to your life, dreams and personality.
Writing from your core is easy, creating a written world is courageous and combining all your characters, plots and climaxes into a book is out-of-this-world…
Promoting said novel is hell!
I will blog about parenting children with special needs, dog training, single parenthood, writing, the world of Psychology, Fibromyalgia, chronic pain, anxiety, loss, my publishing journey and other personal, raw, real and exposing topics because that’s what I live, know and relate to. I will promote and market my first and upcoming novels and I will feel shame and humiliation.
My novel will be promoted and sold (hopefully thousands of copies). I will carry on with my adventure 🙂
Lastly, I apologize in advance. I am promoting my book. When you see my many posts, tweets, pins and pictures remember that I apologized. If you can take a minute or two (I’d be honored), read a blog (you read this one), share my post, send me an inspirational comment (or just a hello) and write a review of my first novel so that I may perfect my second one.
I am promoting my book.