OK, I've finished it, gotten my novel out there into a few Barnes & Noble stores and on Amazon; I've sent out sample copies to a few friends and prominent New Orleans folks; I've sent copies to newspapers in four southern states; I've started to set up a European book tour and sent out a press release.
But nothing.
It's silent.
Books aren't selling.
No one has noticed; no one has said, "This is a great book. A must read. A New Orleans classic."
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zed.
I flip through the pages wondering, really, was the seven years and thousands of hours and thousands of dollars really worth it? Did I write something of note? Or, at the very least, a 'good' book?
I don't know. I can't judge. But maybe someone, SOMEWHERE will pick it up and rave about it.
I suppose I need to be patient. Some books take 20 years to arise from the heap of pulp.
It's moronic to worry about, since it really doesn't matter. What matters is that an artist does the best work possible at that point in their life.
And I do know that I have done that.
2 comments:
Jeez, I thought I was the only one that had consternations about the sells of his title...
The same thing happens in the visual art world. Selling your artwork takes a whole new skill set. It isn't easy and sometimes not fun. But it is a part of what an author/artist does. And most author/artist's have be extremely stubborn to make it all happen.
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