So, as hubby carves the pumpkins into Jack o’ Lanterns, I’m upstairs in my office sipping another fresh cup of coffee, and loving life.
I came to an epiphany today. With all of the talk on the loops and blogs about self doubt, numbers, print runs, reviews, digging deep for that character, and just all around keeping yourself motivated it occurred to me, any and all neurosis I have suffered to this point is 100% self induced. I have stressed over things in which I have absolutely no control.
Here is what I do have control of: What I write. Period.
This brings me to the end result of a book. The readers. How do we as authors reach out and touch them?
One avenue is the internet.
When we begin this internet adventure we hope to build a reader base.
While I can blog, and blog hop, while I can give advice on loops, attend RWA meetings and conferences and give workshops, in many ways I’m preaching to the choir. Not that the choir doesn’t read and buy books, but the choir is a small concentrated portion of all readers. It seems to me viral marketing takes up entirely too much time. I mean think about it. Of the author blogs you visit, how many of them do you actually buy their books?
So here’s the question: Do I stop haunting the internet? Or could my time be better spent, say writing the best book I can and allowing my publisher to do what publishers are supposed to do?
In answer to the first question: no. Why? Because I happen to like people. I like to visit certain blogs and loops, it’s like visiting friends, and for that reason alone, I won’t stop.
The answer to the second question is, yes. I can spend time I would use on the net to better hone my stories. And so I will. It is what I have control over. I’ll reach readers more effectively with a great story about lasting characters. I’ll stop worrying about numbers. They will be what they will be. My internet net will no longer cast further then it is now, in fact, I will draw it in some.
Will I still do signings and events? Of course, it’s my social nature. But my time will be very carefully measured.
I feel so much like I have the weight of the world aka: worry, off my shoulders.
What do you do when you feel like you’re about ready to explode from frustration or worry? Do you do what a friend of mine does? She goes off to self medicate. If so what do you do to self medicate?
PS, the final Scent-u-ous question will be posted Friday.