The Marketing Game, AKA “Sales”
Artists are usually terrible at
marketing; worse than terrible. There is no interest, no skill, and
no ability. It is a strange foreign land best avoided. There are
plagues there, and wars, terrible diseases and piles of manure.
I just finished a David Baldacci
thriller, and in the acknowledgments section he thanked all the
people who helped him get the book out. There were many editors,
consultants, proof readers, and a few who he thanked because, “books
don't sell themselves.”
Well, that's for sure, even for a known
writer like him.
A writer who enters the market with his
first novel must work hard to get his work noticed. But how? There is
very little chance of getting a big publishing house to take you on,
so it all has to be done by the poor writer who just wants to go to
his corner and write. Some may delude themselves into thinking, “If
I build it they will come.” Not likely.
So the writer is forced to learn to
sell. It is a terrible situation. To the writer, selling is like
learning to speak Chinese with a mouth full of Laffy Taffy, or maybe
Ivory soap. It is a daunting task. It can strike paralyzing fear in
the hearts of the artist who just wants to create. Someone else can
do the other stuff. Please.
If the writer has a nice fat bank
account, he can spend a fortune on publicity and promotional
campaigns run by people who do those things. After a while, if his
work is good, he might get noticed, and maybe even get a nice buzz
going. But he will probably never recover all the money he spent,
unless someone like Speilberg comes along and buys the movie rights.
There are hundreds of thousands of
currently published books out there, maybe millions. That means there
are just about as many authors who would dearly love to be noticed,
and maybe sell a few or a lot of books. Me included. Readers mean
appreciation and validation, and that is a great reward for the work.
A little money is nice too, unless you need sales to pay the rent,
and then it is a terrible and usually hopeless necessity.
After almost a month of being on Amazon
my first novel ranks around 381,000 in sales in the Kindle store.
Honestly, I don't know how many books are available, maybe 381,001
for all I know. But I have sold a few copies, twenty five or thirty,
and I am very happy with that. I have not done any promotion at all,
and maybe half are family and friends. So half are strangers! Yea!
Smashwords reports only a couple sales,
but over 200 free downloads from the first week, so we will see how
the free ones convert to an interest in the follow up novel. (Amy
Allen: Superhero will be free on Smashwords this weekend 4-26 and
4-27, and you don't need a kindle or a tablet. There are several
formats offered.)
So, I will move out of my warm and cozy
writing corner and take the cold marketing plunge. I am going to run
a couple ads in our paper, and try to get a book signing lined up at
the local book store. The print copy will be available next week
after I finish doing the final approval. I will put out a press
release, and our little weekly will likely print it since it involves
a local author. Those are my big plans. So stay tuned.
And if you are so inclined, you might
want to review my books. Reviews help, and people read them.
Maybe I'll get a sign board and hang
out with the sign wavers over by Costco! Fat chance. Can you see me
dancing on a corner doing the Happy Dance, waving the cover of
“Finding Amy” around? We can have a sign waver convention and
barter. I'll buy your pizza if you buy my book! Or maybe I can do
the homeless beggar on the street corner trick. I can make a
cardboard sign saying: “Desperate writer and Viet Nam vet needs
readers. Just a page helps. God Bless!”
But right now I am going to shovel
manure. I am not being sarcastic or injecting a clever metaphor. I
really am going to unload a truck full of dairy manure for my garden.
And you thought I was talking trash about being a salesman, didn't
you! Well, I thought about it, but the manure is real, and the stink
is too. Sometimes we just have to dig in and shovel.