The life of an author - this author anyway:
Mornings I work on finding my peeps. Twitter has been a revelation to me. I resisted it for years until I discovered what was possible. It's not all politicians and celebrities! I thought I was supposed to do Twitter because that's what you do when you want to sell books. That made me feel icky.
But then somebody reframed it for me:
There are people out there who have a question, a need, a pain point. Can I address their pain point? If so, how do they find me?
Those questions, posed by a webinar on search engine optimization (oh, brother!) went straight to my heart. They torched my author's conceit. If you are an author, you know that conceit - "I hate marketing. I just want to write."
Because I know my pain point. Boy, do I know my pain point. And I remember the day I typed into a search engine, "suicide." I found the website that became my lifeline, that told me I was not crazy. Well, crazy, but not alone. And not crazy for believing that my reality was real.
No, I do not just want to write. I want to give back what others have given me. That is why I wrote this book. And that is why I am on Twitter @WillaGoodfellow, so that people who have a pain point around mental illness can find me.
But not too much time on Twitter. Mornings are also for the blog. This blog has always been where my peeps and I connect. Last week my afternoon work waylaid my morning work and I didn't get my post finished.
Afternoons I work on the book. That's a bit different each week as the weeks go by on the way to publication date, August 25(!) This is blurb season, asking total strangers if they would read my book and write something nice about it so I can put their name on the cover. Since the copy edit isn't finished yet, last week's morning work on a blogpost got swallowed by the need to cobble together a partially edited manuscript to send to those strangers who responded right away that they want to read my book!
What next? As far as the blog goes, in addition to a draft in my draft file, my windows, multiple windows, are littered with tabs, multiple tabs with ideas for future posts about elder murder/ suicide, cognitive training for psychotic disorders, how to stay sane and informed about current events at the same time, and somewhere, I can't find it right now, a TedTalk about training grandmothers to deliver mental healthcare. Not to mention a book review, maybe Patrick Kennedy's book? So, that's a tall order for February.
Afternoons I'll be rolling out a newsletter and putting together an author website. It's all what I have always done, moving words around on a page and occasionally throwing in a picture. It is the life of an author. I am proud and anxious and proud that it is more public than it used to be.
If you want to keep track of these efforts, you can follow me @WillaGoodfellow on Twitter and on my author page on Facebook. There's a link at the top of the blog where you can subscribe to ProzacMonologues.com and never miss a post.
Thank you. I do this stuff for you.
book cover from She Wrties Press