|Nodaway-Holt Middle School kids and me|
So you wanna be a writer, huh?
Sit there at your keyboard and punch those books out like so much bubblewrap.
*slightly psychotic laughter*
Sure. Go on. Write that book. Make it 90 – 95 K words. Perfect it. Polish it. Find an agent or publisher.
KaPOW! You have a contract.
You are a published author. Now, you will market the book.
But I’m shy, an introvert, a total geek that practically wears camo when I go out in public. Me? Give presentations? Sell my book face to face with the *shiver* public?
What? Are you bloody mad?
*wiping tears off cheeks from maniacal laughter*
Ah, my children, that is exactly what you must do though. The last thing an introverted creature such as myself wishes to do is stand on a chair and shout, “Look at me. I have something you want to buy.”
*rolling on the floor*
Marketing. Selling yourself, your book, the premise. Making it interesting. At this point, you wanna-be writers, think and plan. Because someday, marketing will consume you. And by all that is Holy, you’ll wonder: