This was supposed to be mowing day, but thankfully it rained. I worked on the blog instead. During the recent writers’ conference, a number of speakers highly recommended having a blog; or worse, they assumed that we did. All publishers, even the traditional publishing houses, expect their authors to shoulder a major part of marketing. OakTara, my publisher, is print-on-demand. I signed contracts, get royalties when books sell, and don’t have to pay for publication. They take the risk. OakTara markets mostly via Internet, including Amazon and its competitors, and sells e-books as well as paperbacks.
I don’t have time to do a blog! I thought. I have a full-time job. Translation: I hate marketing.
You have plenty of time to play Solitaire on the computer, observed an uninvited thought.
So long, Solitaire.
Getting published is addictive. I have submitted a third manuscript and am intermittently fiddling with a fourth. The publisher is more likely to take a chance on my next book if they can recoup their investment in my last ones. I really like my next one, so it’s up to me.
Stay tuned, Gentle Reader, and I’ll toss out a few tidbits from the new manuscript for your comment.