Yesterday was the first day I visited bookstores to introduce myself and ask for them to carry Under The Autumn Moon and schedule in store appearances.
I had my book, a bookmark and a promotional flyer to provide the decision-makers. I went to two bookstores. One asked if I’d been to their website and registered my book. “Yes.”
“Good. That’s the first step because we have more than one hundred authors apply every month.”
“That’s why I also wanted to stop by in person to introduce myself.” (hoping you’ll like me)
The second bookstore was more disappointing as they couldn’t find my book in their system. I googled it for them and showed it was in their system.
“Hmm. Well, let me give you the email for the person who can help you better than I can.”
On and on.
Writing a book is the easy part. Promoting it is rough.
This morning though, I was fine-tuning, probably for the seventeenth time, my next book. I felt very good about my edits and realized I was done. It is ready to send to my editor and publishing partner.
Then I felt tremendous sadness. The loss of not being able to sit every morning and listen to what my characters want me to write about their lives. We have completed that part.
Now I need to do all the things that have to be accomplished to share their story with the world.
Already the next lead character is whispering in my ear, “Can you please tell me story now?”
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