I am indie-pubbed.
With that being stated, let’s clear up a couple of misconceptions.
To date I am not wealthy or particularly well known. I have a website, which I forced myself to produce about four months ago, when I shifted my focus from New York publishing to Amazon. As far as I can tell several members of my family like the site but I’m not getting enough hits to think anybody else is enraptured.
In short, I am not the it-girl, but I’ve chosen the it-packaging and hope that one will help the other. To paraphrase a Zac Brown Band song, indie-pubbed has got whatever it is. It’s the flavor of the month and the chef’s special all rolled up into one tasty little bundle.
Currently I have four books on-line and hope to have one more out before Halloween. “They” tell me it’s a number’s game. “They” tell me that book reviewing blogs will help sell it, if you can find a reviewer not overwhelmed by the hundreds of authors begging for attention. “They” tell me I must learn to utilize Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. I need to befriend strangers, linked to me through a host of other non-familiar faces.
When I google my name, there are pages and pages of me. How can anyone not know me? I’m everywhere. The value that I placed on my privacy only a short six-months ago has vanished in the face of selling my stories.
Why do I continue? Because pride fills my soul when I see my book covers or read a good review. I can sense this is so close - it’s almost the real thing.
Yet, everyday as I think of a new way to market myself, I know what goes up must come down. Please don’t let self-publishing become the pet rock or beanie baby of the second decade of this century.
Currently it looks like it has legs. Could it just walk in my direction? Or is that too much to ask?
The good news is that I can break every rule in romance. No one cares if the hero has a career that is frowned upon, or the hero and heroine don’t meet in the first chapter, or the couple is too old. I can be published for years, never sell a single book, and no one wants a return of the advance. There are no deadlines. No all-nighters. No tears from rejection letters.
There are also no second opinions to strengthen the story line, no copywriter to point out how many times I’ve used dangling body parts (Her eyes were glued to his chest.) No marketing department to help with back-cover blubs or cover art.
Knowing what I know now, would I chance it again if I started over?
I am directing my life and my career. No one else is in charge or making decisions for me that won’t work with my personality. If I succeed it will be because others helped, but if I fail I will have no one to blame but myself.
Since we’ve all become BFF in the few minutes you’ve taken to read this, I hope in the future you are able to say, “Nancy Brophy? Oh, yeah. I knew her when…”
*Posted by Nancy Brophy
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