I’ve been poking around in the shallows of setting up my website for months now, but soon I’ll be trying my hand at some advertising, more serious marketing, promotions, and setting up a store on my website. I know people’s reactions are usually, “Oh no, is Sarah releasing something again?” and I’m like, “Tee hee. You betcha.” It’s fun to see how anxious people are for you to quit when they really don’t have enough control to make you do it.
In additional efforts to make people puke, I will be going global. Even if ebook sales in other stores are tiny compared to Amazon, it’s good for them to be out there and once I’m not exclusive I can sell on my website too and have all kinds of little bundles. I’d also like to investigate creating hardback books. All this means in the future books won’t be free unless I make one permafree, or on a free discount on my website, and people will have to “shudders” actually buy a book of mine if they want it.
It’s been lively for me recently to see how “I’m continuing writing. I am redoing one book and published another” never fails to scatter people like autumn leaves. Conversations that begin, “Dear Sarah, I am back after an unexplained long hiatus, or Medicare-covered health problems, or a trip to Indonesia. Let me hear that you are fine.” I say, “I’m so glad to see you again. Yes, I’m still writing, as I know you will be pleased to hear. I blog often.” Flatlining ensues. Beep. Beep. Beep. If there’s any response it is a tight, stretched, “Wow, that sounds like . . . like effort on your part. I’m sure (insert random genre) is your favorite.” Repeat, random, random, random genre. They might have well have said horror was my favorite, although that’s very difficult to assign randomly to people. Or my actual favorite, “Will you give me something for free? If it’s even said to be 50% off instead of free I will disappear and never come back, although if I want the book so little it’s completely mysterious why I want it at all.”
No definitive statement has ever been made about my previous books that would encourage me to quit writing. A couple of the books I wrote were true and had a real story worth hearing about, even if most were fumbling. And that truth will be in future stories as well.
This rambled on longer than I meant to—lol—but there will be more updates later.
I live surrounded by cultivated fields that rapidly give way to wild flowers, wild plants, and wild life. I get most of my ideas while drifting innocuously around my house and some of those ideas get into print.