When I first decided to follow my passion and write, I had no idea I'd be doing other stuff too. I had a silly idea I would bounce out of bed every day whenever I liked, head to my writing room, and wait for my muse to growl in my ear, in that throaty way of his, "I'm ready for you, Kay." Of course, he'd be one of those alpha males and carry a Deerskin flogger, preferably purple (details are so important). Ha! Oh, yeah, that's for a different story, sorry. As I was saying, I was living in a fantasy world. I believed my day would be spent writing my sexy, suspenseful stories. Silly me.
Unfortunately, most authors have to get the word out about their writing. It doesn't matter if you have a publisher or not unless you are some kind of mega hitter of some sort. The publisher isn't going to do all the marketing work. They don't have the resources, time, people, or money, to do it anymore. If you wait for them, your book will flop as severely as the joke I told about academia to a room full of professors.
Marketing takes many forms. Instagram, Facebook posts, Tik-Tok videos, newsletter emails, and the like. All of these take time away from the writer's primary function—to write books, and if they are an older writer, such as myself, there could be a bit of a learning curve with some of it. TikTok? Isn't that a clock?
So you see, dear readers, all is not as it seems in Romanceville. Where there were once hearts, hotness, and horniness, there are now YouTube videos, how-to books, headaches, and lots of whining, usually followed by a couple of snifters of Mezcal. Get the picture? More to follow . . .
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So nice to meet you at the RWA Conference. Nice to see Mezcal is a tool of the trade. I certainly learned a lot at the conference about what I'm doing wrong, or not doing at all. Very important. However, it was great to meet women like you who are women like me. We're all in the same leaky boat, paddling and bailing like crazy to reach The Island of Publication. My eyes are now fully open, and yet I persist.