Most people who read this will probably think I need my meds tweaked.
I had no idea writers did so much self-promotion. Over the past couple of months, I've been reading blogs and have joined lists that focus on promotion. Some people are saying they spend up to $40,000.00 per book. It boggles my mind. They hit 300 bookstores, and pay for their own travel expenses. It exhausts me just reading about it. But then it dawned on me that many of these people are fairly new authors.
In the early years of my career, I drove all over the country in all kinds of weather in order to sign books. I spoke at conferences and workshops. I talked to libraries and clubs. I bought ads, I did bookstore mailings. I even hired an ad agency for a couple of books. One thing I never did was the personal stuff. I never went around to stores and introduced myself. Well, not the truth. I tried, but it made me feel like a whore.
How do you get over that????
And what if the store CRM hates me – which has happened. If the store CRM hates me, then I've actually screwed myself and hurt my sales. Here’s where I'll admit that I once got into a physical hair-pulling fight with Mrs. Streable, my high school PE teacher. Those kind of women – the Mrs. Streables of the world -- still hate me.
I grew up in the sixties and to the point of self-detriment still refuse to kiss ass. I wanna be Bob Dylan, not Britney Spears. Then again, maybe I'm just a bitch.