Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Right now, I am trying to finish my third novel while trying to promote the first two. I find this complicated.
Promotion is easy when your first book comes out. You can contact every blog, website, and reviewer under the sun and say, Hey, look at me, I’ve got a new book out. You should review it or interview me or feature me somewhere.
New books are interesting. They could be the next 50 Shades of Gray. Or the next Dorian Gray for that matter. The next Harry Potter or Sookie Stackhouse. People want to know what a new book is all about and the story behind the mysterious writer who popped up out of nowhere to write such a compelling book. It’s fun to have earned the bragging rights when that book first comes out.
I find it more difficult to shout from the rooftops, Hey, look at my year-and-a-half-old book. It didn’t make the NYT Bestseller’s list, but I still have my fingers crossed. They’ve been crossed so hard and for so long in fact I think they may be arthritic.
After that initial buzz, you know, those first couple of weeks when your mama and your godfather and everyone you knew from high school buys your book, things slow down a little. And now you’ve really got to start working on that next book before everyone who bought your first book forgets who you are and how much they enjoyed it.
So you have to figure out a way to expand your audience for your old book, while also cranking out the new one. Dividing the time is a trick I have not yet quite mastered, although I spend a significant amount of time working on it and trying to figure it out.
And then there’s that juggling thing. That thing I just call LIFE, that constantly interrupts my best of intentions.
As an example, today is my husband’s birthday. I told my girls yesterday they should make him a cake so he has one when we wake up in the morning and they agreed. Then we all promptly forgot about it while I helped my 8th grader with a social studies project and my 5th grader with math homework. So there will be no birthday cake for Julio this morning. Sometimes you can't help it- you drop a ball.
On the plus side, I did manage to post this blog, finish a Supreme Court writ, and catch up the laundry, so I’ve still got a few balls in the air at least.
Now if I could just get the puppy housetrained and Chocolate City Justice (my latest novel) to Billie...