My first traditionally published book got released this weekend, and in my brain I thought I would have a party with lots of people cheering me on. Reality was no one cheered, there was no party, and the book quietly slid into the world to rapidly get swallowed up and lost in the sea of author dreams and torment. I’m not giving up, but it is humbling to know success is so hard to achieve completely by chance.
Being the author is the easy part for me. It’s the other expectations that are where I fail and need help. I’m not good at marketing. Gone are the days where a publisher’s team would swoop in and carry you on their shoulders to book signings, conventions, workshops. I’ve invested in new business cards, bookmarks and signage. I am my own team, and I am not going to give up. I have my first book fair in a few weeks, and I’m already practicing writing my new pen name.
And no matter what happens in the world of sales, I still have the comfort of creating new characters and worlds to aid in an escape from reality.
Stay paranormally weird!
Penny
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