My first book, Fires of Hell, came out a couple months ago. I thought I was prepared. I was strong. I was smart. I had studied. I could do this.
I had no freakin’ clue. Promo is hard. Let’s just get that out there right off the bat. I’m a writer. I huddle on my bed in my pajamas and have conversations with my imaginary friends. If I don’t like what they say, I change it until I do. Or I kill them off.
Can’t do that in real life.
So here I am, trying to tell real people why the heck they should invest their time and money to meet some of my imaginary friends, even the ones I killed in various horrible ways. And, I’m thinking: what if they don’t like them? What if they buy my book, and they think I’ve wasted their time? At that point, my brain starts to shut down in panic.
And then I get a review from the Steampunk Journal. 9.3 out of 10. http://steampunkjournal.org/ Check it out!
And today I got another one from InD’Tale magazine: 4.5 out of 5, and a crowned heart (recommended read!) to boot. http://magazine.indtale.com/magazine/2016/november/#?page=124
Maybe I’m doing something right.
Now, if I can just figure out how to actually sell some books…