So now, it's time to slap (read: gently and deliberately place) together a marketing plan, one part of which being this handy-dandy blog that I need to update on a more frequent basis. Blogs are great...they connect with “the folks” (that being you guys), and give the writer (arguably, that's me) a platform to regularly spew their shit, tasteless, useless, or otherwise. It's good practice...keeps the craft beefy and slathered with A1 sauce.
So I dipped my head into all the stuff I have to do to get the book ready to officially publish, business-wise, and immediately I yanked it out, ran away wiping it from my eyes, and ran into the nearest wall. It's...intimidating. There are, as it turns out, many facets to producing a book outside of actually writing the damn thing. Who knew? Everybody but me, I'm sure.
Step one is to self-promote! Yes, if you want to sell a book, you gots to connect with the peeps. I'll be adding an option to the site to jump on an "emailing list" (that was supposed to sound modern and tech-awesome, but came out kind of...um...poopy) so I can send out a regular newsletter of my progress, and of course keep me in whatever valuable corner of brain real estate you'd rather I not occupy.
You'll want me out...oh, you'll want me out, but I'm a brain fungus, baby. I get in there and I grow. I'm sorry...that was gross.
I also was terrified of releasing the book to the general public without first having some preliminary eyes on it. Thankfully, there's a way to do that, too. I get to badger some unfortunate people into reading the book before it's an actual book! Ha ha...take that, people. I just hope my fragile ego can take the feedback. I may look real tough (not to mention handsome) on the outside, but inside I'm all glass and balsa wood. And protein!
So, yeah, the PR push is going to be starting soon. To this point, I really haven't even shared the site with anybody. I guess I'll have to do that, huh?
Argh!! So scary!! I'm going to have to craft a comforting hand puppet that I can turn to in times of doubt, and abuse when I need the release.
I think I'll call him...Punchy.
Back to work.