Am I . . . Cool?
So, I got the head’s up that Altered States got a mention at Hacker News. Very awesome. Indie as fsck, by the way. (Dunno what fsck is? Google it.) Much like in writing life, however, that post got lost in the daily grind of some pretty cool stuff.
The depressing truth, Randomnerdiness, is that we’re huddled around sites like Facebook and Twitter. Why? Because Facebook sold books until they sold out. Same with Twitter. That said, I have names of authors who probably would be happy to talk to you, if you’re willing to dust off your Twitter account and brave the bots that don’t buy books.
Shit, I was in a DM chat an hour ago with brave soldiers of the Indie front. It is brutal in the book market. Trying to get name recognition . . . that doesn’t always happen even for the folks who have shelf space at click-and-mortar chains. Indie authors are in the trenches the whole time, writing the next title while marketing the last one.
Stalk Much, Jess?
I was planning on replying quickly on Hacker News, trying to explain that I felt relief when Man and Brother came out.
And as I sat there looking at the reply box, I realized there was no way to do it without appearing creepy-as-fsck.
So, about the relief factor . . . why didn’t I feel massive relief?
I did feel some. I actually cried when this manuscript was finally worth putting out into the world (I have a team of attack readers who gnaw my writing arm if they get bored while reading). Then, I got angry at myself because–while polishing–I had inserted rookie mistakes in the damned approved manuscript! I had to sweat that whole time, hoping the corrected version got disseminated before the book went live. It almost made me give up atheism. So, a little stress there.
The problem comes with not getting a moment to rest between release relief and marketing mania.
Even before the book is out, the author has to market it vigorously. We fight a bloody damned fight for every sale in the indie market. I admire the people who can make it happen by writing porn. I just am one of those people who would end up in a sex scene hall of shame. So . . . I’m out of that lucrative genre and am writing as a woman in science fiction.
*derisive snort* Because the first name people think of when they consider listing the top five sci-fi greats is a woman’s name, right?
So, there it is Randomnerdiness. I hope authors will respond to you. (Try the #amwriting and #writing hashtags on Twitter to start flushing authors out.) First timers are still shiny, happy people. They still believe. Look for authors who’ve hit a trifecta–three books published and marketed. Then ask them.
I would love to see your questions answered. I would love to know if I can feel the same relief I did with Beneath a Sunless Sky. I did feel it then, Randomnerdiness.
Then came the profound disappointment when the years of work I put into it went undiscovered.
So . . . to the courageous authors out there? Randomnerdiness has a damned good question. I think we hide our truths behind the veil of a semi-truthful Bestseller ad too often. And I’d like to know, too, as a fellow author: