These women look so happy, don’t they? I bet there wasn’t a writer among them. Okay, I’m not unhappy, I’m just perplexed. Have you gone to the loops, oh, the loops lately? Promo. Promo. Promo. Pick me. My new release. My contest. My other contest. Ciar Cullen’s contest. My great review. My new website. Where has all the chit-chat gone? Folks gave up and went elsewhere. Probably to the blogs, which are multiplying exponentially. I don’t have the heart to start a myspace page.
It seems a new epub opens every week, cranking out ten-fold the number of releases available when I started writing. Sure, most of the companies will fall to the wayside, as the market votes. And I just finished “advising” someone about how much time they should spend promoting. Aaargh.
How do you stand out? I can understand why so many writers are so anxious to get that agent, get to NY, etc. Then they enter another kind of throng, and have another kind of crowd to rise above, as well as the financial pressure to sell, sell, sell.
I’m happy, nevertheless, because I’m enjoying my WIP–it made me smile last night when I read it over. And at the end of the day, that’s a damned good Christmas gift to myself. Have fun writing. And once in a while, throw your hands in the air and laugh on the way down the hill with your friends!