In a little over a week, The Last Day for Rob Rhino launches. I'm nervous.
What if everyone thinks my baby is ugly?
At first, I was just happy (shocked) to have gotten a publisher. That high lasted a couple of months. Then, I was wrapped up in the pre-launch particulars. Setting up my website, this blog, all the social media, and then those pesky, all consuming, edits from the publisher. Now, all that's done and the countdown's on. The novel I slaved over, cried over, stressed out, and lost sleep over will go out into the world all alone.
What if no one even looks at my baby?
As even non-writers know, its tough to sell a book today. It's pretty much up to the author. Writers, by nature, are typically reclusive. How do you get a following when you never get out of your pajamas or your bed? Well, you could get a following in your pajamas, in your bed...but that's a whole different kind of following. I have fourteen Twitter followers. There are dead people with more. I've had to poach friends on Facebook. I've forced my kids to pimp their friends for my Fan page.
Did I say I'm nervous?
I feel like that kid who isn't gonna get picked for the softball team.
Writers write to be understood, to have a voice. Soon, what I have to say will be out there for all to judge. If it's judged harshly...well...there's always revenge.
I'm a writer. I can put anyone who doesn't like it in my next novel. As a psycho. An ugly one.
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