Behind the curtain
In a few weeks, my book is going to be published. I wish it was by a major publisher, but at this point I am the only one who has confidence enough to show it to the world. Actually, that is not entirely true, but nearing 50, if I can’t find someone else to pick up the bat, I have to swing for the bleachers myself.
I got another rejection letter today. Excuse the 20th century terminology, it was actually an e-mail. I really haven’t gotten that many for the book. Best guess is 20 tops. I stopped sending the book out a couple of years ago because a) I was getting the feeling that no one was taking the time to really read the queries I was sending out; b) my gut was telling me that I might be able to give it a better send off than today’s publishing world; and c) I hate rejection!
I know nothing about marketing. I consider myself pretty smart, fairly intuitive and creative, but selling is not my bag. Still, even though I have little ability and even less time, I just need to see if I can create enough buzz to have someone come to me and say they want to represent me. You see, I think I have a good product (maybe I am more into marketing then I realize, calling my life’s work a product). I think a story about a dead man who still has some growing up to do is interesting and I think I tell it with heart and even some wit. Now, I have fallen way to in love with my book to have any sense of perspective, but that could easily work in my favor as much as against it. We’ll see and if anyone is keeping up with this blog, they will see too.
When I read a book, I always wonder about the back story. What was the author’s journey like? I guess I am doing that here. As time goes by, maybe I will share more of the path that I have taken. It is actually a very interesting story, filled with pathos, humor, crises ( forgot the word for multiple crises…is that it?) lots of human drama. As I may have said here before, I am constantly amazed that we can get through a life where we don’t know what is coming next. I guess if we were better historians about our own lives, we might have a clue, but sometimes that takes away all the fun.
So, I’ve gotten used to not getting comments on any of this, but that doesn’t mean I like it. Feel free to share…
Shalom
I got another rejection letter today. Excuse the 20th century terminology, it was actually an e-mail. I really haven’t gotten that many for the book. Best guess is 20 tops. I stopped sending the book out a couple of years ago because a) I was getting the feeling that no one was taking the time to really read the queries I was sending out; b) my gut was telling me that I might be able to give it a better send off than today’s publishing world; and c) I hate rejection!
I know nothing about marketing. I consider myself pretty smart, fairly intuitive and creative, but selling is not my bag. Still, even though I have little ability and even less time, I just need to see if I can create enough buzz to have someone come to me and say they want to represent me. You see, I think I have a good product (maybe I am more into marketing then I realize, calling my life’s work a product). I think a story about a dead man who still has some growing up to do is interesting and I think I tell it with heart and even some wit. Now, I have fallen way to in love with my book to have any sense of perspective, but that could easily work in my favor as much as against it. We’ll see and if anyone is keeping up with this blog, they will see too.
When I read a book, I always wonder about the back story. What was the author’s journey like? I guess I am doing that here. As time goes by, maybe I will share more of the path that I have taken. It is actually a very interesting story, filled with pathos, humor, crises ( forgot the word for multiple crises…is that it?) lots of human drama. As I may have said here before, I am constantly amazed that we can get through a life where we don’t know what is coming next. I guess if we were better historians about our own lives, we might have a clue, but sometimes that takes away all the fun.
So, I’ve gotten used to not getting comments on any of this, but that doesn’t mean I like it. Feel free to share…
Shalom
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