Yesterday in the bookstore I met an author, an unknown man who wrote and self-published a little book of “horror short stories”.
He asked for a book signing day.
I answered that we only do that, since a few years, for really published bigger authors, and also that he shouldn’t regret it : nobody probably would have come for him to our big store to have their book signed…
I know : not cool.
As he was talkative I suggested he asked to do this in smaller human-size bookstores, but also said that he’d probably see no line in front of the table.
We then talked about the writer’s disillusion of Level 2. The first is when he desperately want to be published. The other one is when he IS published, but nobody cares about his book.
We talked : sending his book to influencers & editors, about blogging, writing fan-fictions to get a name. We also talked about losing time – as he was – trying being a press secretary, an attaché.
I have no advice to tell to writers, but this man was a bit lost, obviously. Thus I asked him :
– What do you like?
– What don’t you write, then?
Is it the good path to get published with no audience, when you write horror short stories? What for? Hoping for money? Really?
Isn’t self editing a no-man’s land between putting the text online and having your book on tables in every store?
(Well, there’s this little pride when your brother-in-law buys you one to please you…)
Or is it better to just write, develop a talent and possibilities, find your music and determine something important : are you good, or not? Do you want to sell, or do you want to be read?
What happens when you work out of your skills, just besides, where you feel lost, untalented, and bored? Do you have to recenter, or do you learn things while you do it – thinking about the time you’ll be back to what you love and where you’re good?
Have a nice day!