Originally posted on pigeon weather productions:
Every child knows how to cry “mommy, mommy, look at me”, and every parent knows how tiresome it becomes. I’ve been the child and the parent in this year of publishing ‘independently’ and have had enough of both. Every ‘success’ (measured in the number of downloads) has been a matter of serendipity, but you have to align yourself with the times to have any chance of having any luck. By this I mean that if I hadn’t asked webmasters to put my ebooks on their sites, and if I hadn’t put the ebooks out there in the first place, then my own little cries of ‘look at me’ would never have been heard at all. Two websites (getfreeebooks.com and kindle nation daily) and three enterprises (Smashwords, Feedbooks and Amazon) were responsible for the bulk of that attention and those downloads, and the rest of my activities resulted in practically nothing. It’s all about the eyeballs and I’m not going to go after them anymore.
I’m not going to ‘build my brand’, or attempt to attract more ‘follows’ and ‘likes’ with honey or vinegar. When I have something new I will post it and announce it, but otherwise my advertising age is done.
Here is what I’ve learned from readers: In the immortal words of PJ Harvey, I tend to leave them dry. The preponderance of comments confirms this. My readers are titillated, excited, but left short of experiencing the readerly orgasm they want and demand. The books are too short, there are too many characters-per-page, the endings are too abrupt, unpredictable and unsatisfying. After an early arousal, the readers are just not getting off. They wish the books lasted longer, as if I should have used some kind of writer’s viagra for their sake, but the truth of the matter is, if I’m a lousy lover/writer for them, it’s because I was never thinking of their pleasure in the first place. I only write for my own pleasure, so what can I say? Go find somebody else?