I have proclaimed this the year of me. I have spent nearly four years building a publishing company, long hours scanning, formatting, copy-editing, marketing, networking, convincing new people to join us, helping people – and now, looking back – I can see where my own career has been on a slow but steady downhill slide. I’ve had some successes, but no time to take advantage of them, and I’m still writing and publishing regularly, but without traction.
This year also marks our discovery of a number of new and very viable promotional vehicles, and, while I will be pushing ALL of my authors through these and doing everything in my power to make each and every one of them a success, I will also be doing a major push on my own work.
All writers go through periods of self-doubt…it’s hard to get credible feedback, it’s even harder to believe positive feedback in the face of a lack of sales success. I’ve had some short bouts with this, but, overall, the awards, the reviews, the connections with fans, authors, and even the narrators who have brought my work to audio, have convinced me that I have more than enough talent to succeed as a writer. What I need, is that break. I’m going to make it happen…this year.
Part of that process will involve a series of posts here on my blog. One book at a time, I’m going to go through my entire library. There will be giveaways. There will be some free days for a few books. There will be copies of some reviews, probably some guest posts…but this year – my blog will be about 3/4 about my writing career…maybe more than that.
I have worked up to over 6,000 “followers” on Twitter. I have nearly 5,000 “fans” on my author’s page on Facebook, and more than 2,000 more on my personal page. Of all those people, I’m willing to bet that less than 1/4 of them have ever read anything that I’ve written except in posts like this, or on one or another social media sites. I know this is normal – it’s the way it all works. No one can read everything, and a lot of those friends and followers are busy pushing their careers, beating the brush for promotions, hustling and whistling from the shadows, opening up long trench coats full of books for the world to peruse … whatever it takes.
Still, I want to catch your attention. All of you – you know who you are, even if you aren’t reading this. You vaguely know me by name, or might even know I’m a writer. Some know I wrote Star Trek, or Stargate, or for the White Wolf Gaming company back in the day. Others know Donovan DeChance, or Cletus…still others have read my short fiction in a lot of anthologies where they liked the story (or didn’t) but forgot the names of all authors not King, Koontz, Barker, etc. shortly after reading and moved on to the next one.
Along the way my peers gave me the Bram Stoker Award twice, once for poetry, and once for my short story “The Gentle Brush of Wings.” I have been nominated for other categories, and never won. That’s not important. What’s important is that i string up the holiday lighting, get my name in neon, and find those boat-loads of readers following the literary powerhouses and steer them my way. I’ve written, very nearly, every kind of book you can imagine, from young adult, to children’s picture books, to cookbooks, science fiction, fanatasy, horror, mystery, thrillers – I write all the time, you see.
Next up, maybe as soon as tomorrow, will be the novel KILLER GREEN – based on the screenplay created on Twitter with a bunch of friends, and written right here on my blog – shared with the world – semi-famous, optioned, never produced – you know the one. KILLER GREEN. The novelization of that screenplay will hit the streets and I will let it lead the way as I push into this year of me. By the time I’m done, those paying attention will know more about my writing than they ever wanted to…OR…I’ll have picked up some new readers and fans. That is the hope.
I this guy, see, who likes to tell stories. I can entertain you – if you let me. I can draw you in, if you step over the threshold. I’m here for you…readers of the world. Let’s party.