Every time I turn on my computer I follow the same routine (beware, shameless plugs this way —>), stats on “Be Still,” book trailer, stats at Bookemon for my first book, “When I Thought I Was Tough” which has found its way into the #3 spot for most liked fiction books and #7 for most read fiction book all thanks to you all. Then I check my email to see if my “live” date has been posted, then I check Twitter to see the news on books, authors, writers, up coming seminars and marketing strategies (great finds on there). All the while I’m doing this there is a small tab on my home page that mocks me.
I move on to check my personal website TaniaLRamos.com and now I have to check the book website BeStillNovel.com. Each time I flip between screens that tab on my homepage does its little dance to catch my attention. I wince and move on. Time to google search,” marketing cheap,” “marketing on a budget,” “marketing made easy,” “marketing for dummmies,” etc. And I realize there are a million strategies, but only few that pertain to books, which is quite defeating. I lower my screen and smile at that little icon on my desktop, “Soon,” I say, knowing that’s not true.
Time to learn what a podcast is and how it will benefit me. Continue to research video book review services to see if I can match what they offer and what more I can offer to sweeten the deal. I sigh. This marketing business is time-consuming, but I’ve made wonderful connections and had a memorable experience just getting to this point. So, I’m determined to persevere on past my writer’s blues, because for as much time and energy–what little I have left after a 12 hour shift at work–all that goes into my current book waiting to be, “printed-on-demand,” while that little, bashful, waiting its day in the spotlight icon on my desktop for book number three, “A Man’s Worth,” is completely neglected.
A week and a half have passed since I last opened that anxious icon, and when I did, I typed my heart out and felt wonderful. Three chapters completed in one day. Then I felt guilty that I wasn’t working on structuring a marketing program for, “Be Still.” I’m caught between two loves. They both beckon me, “Tania? We love you. We need you. We will die without you.” A love triangle if you will. Bitter sweet. And so the writer’s blues continue, as I prepare to shove off to work for 12 hours, come home at 11pm only to sleep and move on again at 7am tomorrow…but Saturday, “Saturday, my sweet books. Saturday I promise to devote half a day to each book…right after I work on my spring garden some more, clean the room, pay the bills, dye my hair–I’m sorry, Books, I’m a woman and I have needs too–take dogs a bath, wash and vacuum the van, and clean the girl’s room. Then. Then I promise I will get to you both. Until then, I remain your humble marketer with the writer’s blues.”