All three of my books (and the Spanish version of The Courier) are now safely on sale at Amazon in paperback and Kindle versions, and they are now also available at Barnes and Noble online, although the paperback versions may take a couple more days to appear on their website. I’ve sent out notices and… the response has been nice, but underwhelming, and… it’s a damn shame, because all three books are well worth a read.
Maybe, I should lower the price and basically give them away? No, because the people looking for free literature is not the audience I want to reach anyway. The readers of the standard trade stuff and best sellers who are looking for bland easy reads that settle gently over them a comforting blankie would probably be confused and upset by my stories. After all, there are occasional big words, gritty and dark bits featuring drug use and violence, and twisty plots require an investment of time and mental focus, for which the reward is commiserate. I want people who value words and writing and who are willing to invest to read something worth reading. Looking for flying robots or teenaged vampires in love? You are in the wrong place here.
So anyway, how to market? Forcing myself to keep writing a blog that seems to exist in a vacuum is one way, I suppose.
So, hey I guess I’ll give my followers a snapshot of my life. Took the day off yesterday and drove with my wife to Milwaukee. Spent the morning “antiquing” – she found a chest of drawers and a necklace; I found a couple books and some vinyl records. One of the books is a mammoth book called The Complete Work of Michelangelo and is pretty awesome. Filled with black and white studies of the sculptures and color plates of things like the panels of the Sistine Chapel ceiling, it weighs a ton. Although the cover is torn and there is some slight water damage to a handful of pages, the thing is in remarkable shape. I got it for $5.00. Is this the fate of all artists, I wonder? To be forgotten and undervalued in turn.
(I have been hearing those famous lines from Eliot’s The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock – “In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.” and wishing I had someone who would understand the reference if I said it out loud.)
Had a nice lunch with my son, who is about to graduate from college, at the Rumpus Room – although he was quite hungover from his senior year celebrating. The wife and I then toured the botanical gardens in the Mitchell Park Domes, before heading to the casino. I may perhaps include some photos at a later date.
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Fortunately, we were there to see a concert – and it turned out to be a goodie! Ian Hunter was appearing at the Northern Lights Theater and the show was pretty awesome. A very nice venue, and Ian – an old favorite of mine since the Mott the Hoopla days did not disappoint. He and his crack Rant Band rolled out plenty of his solos hits like “All American Alien Boy,” “Once Bitten, Twice Shy,” and the new single about David Bowie, “Dandy,” as well as Mott favorites like “All the Way From Memphis,” “I Wish I Was Your Mother,” and of course, “All the Young Dudes.”
Unfortunately, there were only old dudes in the audience as there were only two people I saw (both adult children dragged in by their folks) who were younger than 55. Pretty sad to see because, Ian really rocked out – looking extremely young and spry for a 70-something-year-old, and he is singing better than ever.
So the disappointment of seeing the hero of my youth performing to a crowd of geezers was somewhat heartened by the fact that Ian looked and sounded so good – so maybe there is hope still for a geezer such as myself.
I wish every day could be as fun as yesterday was, but it simply cannot be, and I am back to the daily grind of boring, stressful work and overwhelming family obligations, as well as the nerve -wracking experience of pitching my screenplays. The only thing keeping me going is the knowledge that I am about to start a new project – a screenplay (possible novel as well) that I think may have more “commercial” potential, without being a lame sellout.
I hope you’ll tune in again and stay with me as I follow my lonely path. Until next time… Keep on rocking me baby!