As the release date for my newest mystery (An UnseenCurrent) approaches (April 28th– ahhhhhhh!!!) I find myself once again pondering the cruel irony of nature that crafts writers to be introspective sorts and then pits them against a task to which they are monumentally unsuited. That is to say: marketing. The woman hours spent lovingly crafting characters, settings, and events leaves the writer more than a little in love with their own book. To then have it heartlessly thrust into the public where some reviewer will crassly thumb through it and declare it to be passable is like being gently stabbed with needles by someone who doesn’t really care about your problems. We all want to be bestselling authors. I mean, who doesn’t want to be RichardCastle? (I really am ruggedly handsome!) But in all honesty, I think most writers would rather have their books treasured and loved than consumed like soda and disposed of.
I remember the first time I saw one of my aunt’s books at Half-Price Books. My aunt,Linda Nichols, writes beautiful Christian fiction with snappy plots and characters you want to hug. I had not yet, published any books and I personally thought that seeing her books on the shelf of a used bookstore was cool. But Linda did not think it was cool – there was wincing and the sad look of “ohh, I wish I didn’t know that.” Someone sold her book down the river – the heathens, the Philistines! The bastards with not enough shelf space! After I had been published I realized her pain. How could someone not love my book?! Why would anyone give my book away? My books are awesome. All right, yes, I recognize the shelf space issue is a real thing – even libraries don’t have ALL the books. But as each baby book flies out into the world, forgive me if I hope that it will find at least one home where it will be treasured.
And on that note – who wants a free digital copy of An Unseen Current? It’s looking for an awesome home (and someone who will leave a review). Leave a comment here or on Facebook to be entered to win. I’ll draw names on Friday morning.