I know my basis for these Monday posts is supposed to be unplanned and on an array of things that may or may not be interesting, but I can’t resist a little more shameless advertising. Please indulge me.
There’s one more week to get in on the giveaway for my first book, The Loyalty of Pawns. If you’re saying, “What giveaway?” then I clearly need to speak to my publicist; of course doing so might appear vaguely schizophrenic as I am my publicist. In any case, follow the link here (or on the page’s sidebar) to wind your way through the perilous internet and get in on the luck-related action.
Also, check out the first installment in my author’s commentary on The Loyalty of Pawns right here on this blog. If I’m able to keep to a schedule, you should see two chapters covered each week. I plan for it to be exactly like MST3K. Except totally different.
|Your mental picture as you read the commentary blog.|
I have to say that this business of self-promotion is still the biggest headache for me. There is a finite amount of time in the day. I’d prefer to spend a certain chunk of it writing. A substantial chunk has to go toward that day job I’ve got. And somewhere in there I have to blog. And I have to do something useful on Facebook. And, heaven help me, I have to build up the Twitter profile. And I have to figure out ways of getting my book in people’s hands. I completely see the appeal of the traditional method of publishing if it saves the author from doing all that work solo. Of course for the sake of building a personal mystique, nothing is as impressive as the hardscrabble climb against the odds. So it’s a tradeoff I suppose.
I was having lunch the other day with someone whose experience on these lines outstrips my own. Where I’ve been tentative and deliberate in my thinking, trying to decide what platform is best for what purpose, she was stressing the need to simply post often. Also to take advantage of any kind of smaller social demographic I’m a part of as a way to build awareness of the book bit by bit. Part of me wonders, though, if where and how I say a thing is as important as what’s being said. And if I’m in the hardscrabble phase, does it matter?
That’s enough for today, I think. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and I’ve saved up my sliver of Irish-ness all year to spend it on a holiday that’s essentially American. Does that make me multicultural?
|Green Beer: temporary +5 cultural sensitivity.|