The last couple of weeks has been a pretty exciting time for Nutmeg and myself
(ruff ruff ;-)). I uploaded my ebook to Amazon.com (check it out if you haven’t already –
leave a review if you can), toasted a shot of Patron Tequila for a dead homie in particular
(sorry for not watching your 6 last night (quick pee break)) and enjoyed the pleasant
sounds of the banter of crickets until that first sale and review came in. So far I have five
reviews, but based on sales I’m expecting a couple of handful more eventually. The first
consensus has been positive (I’m waiting on that special bitter one, who had a bad day at
the office, and just want to make a girl cry (JK)).
So far I deem my long and winding journey a major success (actually, I did that already,
since I finished writing an actual book – if you have too toast it up!). Since I’ve yet to do
any real advertising as of date to get my name out there I’m pleased. Remember from my
last blog I stated it’s all on me now. Well … I wanted to hold off until I completed my
paperback and had it in hand. By the way, I HAVE AN ACTUAL PAPERBACK AND
IT’S IN HAND (the proof copy anyhow. The complimentary copy is on the way). Of
course, I immediately gave it a read … while lying on my dining room hardwood floor no
less … and without a pillow … okay, maybe one pillow, but it’s really soft.
Self-judgment? Hey, this writer has something to offer … and since Nutmeg in incapable
of reading fiction (he’s into doggy porn … but only for the articles) that leaves rest of the
readying minds in the universe. By the way, CreateSpace turns out some really goodlooking
books. I actually cried when I saw the finished product … my finished product!
The last few years I have lived in seclusion creating and writing and trashing and crying
only rewrite everything again (you get the idea) and now, finally, I’m able to offer my
unique world of Perfects, hidden in word form out to the world … to you.
And the fine folks over at Amazon, has given me a platform, an outlet to reach you if you
will … the intelligent reader.
Of course, at this point, not many of you know who the hell I am, or what I’m exactly
about … yet, or that my new series even exist. Yet. I was told, “yes” when a tree falls in
the forest it is definitely heard … buddy, that’s a damn lie! Which leaves me only one
other choice: to get up off my sexy bum and shake down every squirrel, jack rabbit, fox,
coyote, and grizzle bear and send them on a mighty quest to make sure all four corners of
the earth have been told about that fallen tree: me!
I can just introduce myself to you in a polite normal manner (Yeah. That might work a
little better. Besides my grizzle bear is starving for red meat.)
Which brings me back to advertising. Once I received my first box of fresh paperbacks,
hot off the presses, I commenced my woman lead publicity storm. I hope you all get
extremely wet (that sounded less raunchy in my head). Thank God there are tons of
resources out there for the independent author to springboard off to make a plash.
My choice was a collection of sites and services to initiate contact (I come in peace). I
love making the decisions, but absolutely hate when the ones I’ve made turn out to be
horrible. Luckily for you I don’t make many mistakes in my life … I’m a Perfect! (Yeah.
Right. You believe that I have acres & ACRES of prime swampland to sell you.)
Seriously though, I’ve connected with what I believe to be the 1st first wave of attack,
which will hopefully edge you and I closer to a meaningful and fulfilling friendship.
But first, I had to get dollied up, put on a cute coral mini skirt and hit a few libraries in
my area (kudos to Rogers and Bentonville Library, plus the many others), start
advertising on Amazon, Facebook (do people get on here to be sold something?), Bargain
Booksy, Bookdaily to name a few. I didn’t make the cut with Booksends, BookBub, but
hey there’s always next month. There’s a lot of competition to get product out there.
I’m also doing a giveaway on LibraryThing until the first of March. So far I offered 40
paperbacks to be read and this morning I saw I actually have 59 requests to read in the
span of 3 days. THAT’S FREAKIN’ AWESOME TO ME!!! I just provide another 10
paperbacks to show my appreciation for those other readers who may not get a book.
If you’re still clueless as to who the hell I am just wait for it - my ebook goes on sale
from the 12th of February to the 19th of February for a low LOW PRICE of .99 cents! On
Amazon (Wow! What? Are you freaking kiddin’ me?? I have to go cope that!!).
And if you’re a paperback kind of girl like me (or boy), who simply adores the true feel
of paper edged in between your fingers as you’re trapped in this story, then you can also
cope one or a few from Amazon.com as well.
So that is my grand plan as of today. Calee, my awesome editor, is in the process of
editing Book Two as we speak and I’m giving Book Three another read now, so this
should be a fun ride. I put out a book … and it’s actually been read! Nothing’s better
than that … except, maybe millions of readers knowing what a Perfect and a Fearian is.
Did I mention I’ve already penned the adaptations? I truly believe. Even Shakespeare
had his day eventually … please don’t make me wait until I’m dead … I won’t be able to tweet you
back … not to mention I’ll probably smell terrible … and no amount of lotion will be
able to help my decomposing issue, so … yeah … you should probably get me now.
When I have more curious onlookers I will post more ... lots more. Until then, duty calls.
Why I elected to self-publish my series instead of chasing after the elusive
traditional publishing dream? Well, I chose the ʻcutting edgeʼ path for my YA
fantasy trilogy for many reasons. But the biggest one would have to be for the
freedom. Let me tell you, I have toiled away in the dark trenches for many a
year, with both success and sound of crickets (never a nice sound).
I've had Hollywood flatter me with flirtatious words and Avion bottled water and I even
been hired multiple times to write for the big screen (nothing youʼve seen, but at
least it wasnʼt porn), but not even the notion of big bucks in a titanium suitcase
can lesson the sting of the lack of freedom to write whatʼs living inside your gut,
itching to get free.
Itʼs difficult to put into words the measure of fear that arises when you become
your own woman, forgo the stable of creative minds that are better at ʻspinʼ than
you will ever be and decide to make all of the important decisions with no one to
blame but yourself. The decisions that will either launch your dream into the
atmosphere, or at least in the clouds, or tank that career into an oblivion of late
nights of Patron Tequila and wild excuses (It was my bum kneeʼs fault).
Just me … Madilyn Bailey on my iphone … my typewriter or my Ipad Air … and
my trusty editor (who always find something to cut, no matter how awesome I
thought I wrote it).
Speaking of Editors. Hire a good one … no, hire a damn good one. One with her
own vision and can still tap into yours (Iʼll elaborate later on this). Because things can spiral out of
control, fast. Your newborn can wind up looking a lot like someone elseʼs baby, with their traits, pudgy cheeks and crooked nose… (Ok. Pause. Breath out.) Itʼs way too early to rip out a good old fashion tantrum (I donʼt even know your name). Just make sure you have a good editor.
Where was I? Oh, yeah: lack of freedom. I canʼt tell you the number of sleepless
nights I endured (before the editing stage), BUT now that those abundance of
decisions have been weighted, measured and found desirable, I cannot express
the joy Iʼve been basking in since I finished writing my series … my way.
Itʼs hard to believe that Iʼve made it here in one piece, and I can honestly say
every hard choice helped bring me to this exact point of content. Oh, I can still
hardly sleep itʼs just for a new reason now, an exciting prideful reason, which
makes me grin when I think of the long journey I had to endure. I grew. Some.
No matter the digital copies or paperbacks I am blessed to sell, I did what I set
out to do, without compromising my gut. You get all of me; better or for worse.
And that brings me to here: choosing the right path for me to get my trilogy into
the hands of the only ones who matter: YOU, the intelligent reader.
Drum roll please. And my choice?
Jeff Bezo, and his outfit of Merry Men (& women) over at Amazon Unlimited.
Honestly, Itʼs not about the loot (at least not yet) itʼs about reaching you, the
hungry reader with what Iʼve created to be eaten. I hope you like my story, as
much as I loved writing it, both the books and movie adaptations (getting a little
ahead of myself here).
There is much more to come on this Perfect journey. Itʼs a bit funny at times
(hell, I laughed). A lot darker down the line (book two and three had me in tears),
but it will always be entertaining … even in death.