Oh boy, is this hard. I’ll just share with you right now that I am not comfortable writing this post. Okay, here I go, here I go….
I’m almost ready to publish my book, The Right Wrong Man.
The genre? Romantic suspense. But who likes labels? The book is a fun page turner, spell-binding, sexy, with a main character who is flawed (after all, aren’t we all?) and funny at times, clueless at others, and interesting enough that you (the reader) will want to follow her down her own little rabbit hole and see the horrible mess she’s in.
Well, there, that wasn’t so difficult to publicize (also known as hype, tout, flaunt, plug, oh my gosh so many words under “to market”).
I’m a writer, not a promoter. (That’s sort of like saying “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”) I like the idea of taking the high road (you know, I just love the creative process, not the hard-as-nails side of advertising and marketing).
The all-terrain highway of writing.
But writing now is an all-terrain highway. The ups, the downs, the writing, the selling.
So I’m proud to shout out I’VE WRITTEN A GOOD BOOK! I love Meredith, my main character. I’m fascinated by the right wrong men in her life, Gregory and Parker. (Or are they the wrong right men?)
Either way, I’ve written the book and edited it and drafted it 2 or 20 or 33 times. My novel has been read and edited and reviewed and critiqued by men and women who all exclaim, “WHAT A GREAT READ!”
The cover is complete, the formatting from Word to Kindle is just about there, and all I need to do now
Ack, but that’s the HARD part.
Can you believe that? Writing a book is supposed to be the most difficult component of publishing.
Making up a character (but truly, that was easy, because Meredith just popped on the page for me);
Finding and following a plot (well, again, I had no idea where Meredith was going, but before I knew it, she flew away from her comfy home in Boston to visit a stranger in a yacht off of St. Thomas and before she knew it…oh, never mind, you have to read the book to find out);
Getting to ‘The End’ (but you know what? The pages just flew on the tip of my pen from page 1 to 286).
Just a gallon of sweat, a bucket of blood.
But now, to market, to market.
If you have any suggestions on how to promote The Right Wrong Man, please pass them on.
Just remember, I’m kind of low on blood right now…