Here’s the thing…I wrote this lovely novel…YES, lovely. It’s just what I hoped it would be. I’m proud of it. It took three years. It says what I wanted to say. I’m not going to be humble about it.
It’s Countdown—one week from today A Bird in the House will be available on Amazon, and I haven’t done most of the things I was supposed to do. What happened to those press releases I was going to write? What about all those blog posts I should have been writing:
- introducing you to the novel’s characters,
- telling you what the inspiration was for the book,
- giving you an enticing chapter. (Should that be a funny one, or one with sex? Hmm.)
I should have been using all these ploys to make you want to buy my book and even buy copies for all your cousins, your besties, and your next-door neighbor.
But, basically, I am crappy at marketing.
I have so many things to tell you, so many blogs to write, but instead I’ve been:
- playing solitaire on my iPad,
- stressing about the spot on my nose that could be something really nasty (I won’t know till Friday),
- Traveling back and forth to Wisconsin, where the three Bogner Boys have been gutting, de-mouse-ing and curing all the ills in that little trailer where I love to write. I did take lots of pictures, so I could show you the befores and afters.
But, when I’m out of town, I don’t like to tell the burglars we’re gone, and you know all kinds of criminals are reading my blog: second story men, cat burglars, jewel thieves (the jewel thieves will be especially disappointed).
My writer friend, Annis Pratt, suggested I get Michael Hyatt’s book, Platform, Get Noticed in a Noisy World. I got it, and I have been reading it, but I’m not done yet. I keep getting sidetracked reading Hillbilly Elegy or Colum McCann’s Dancer. I’m having a bad case of Attention Deficit Disorder.
I am a marketing failure.
But will you read my book anyway? Like I said, it’s LOVELY.