Archive for January, 2014
The unapologetic smut peddler strikes again…
Just so everyone is on the same page, let me state quite clearly here and now:
My Series is NOT a cozy mystery series.
There, I said it. My characters can and do curse (including breaking that pesky third commandment). My characters have sex, and I am not squeamish about describing it. And there are parts that are probably gory enough to make your toes curl. I am not exaggerating when I tell people the series contains adult language and adult situations.
If you picked up one of my books expecting a PG novel with all the smut and scary stuff discretely left in the void between chapters, I’m guessing you were greatly disappointed. Return it if you can. Voice your opinion. That’s your prerogative. Call me whatever names you like to salve the emotional boo boo I put on your scarred psyche.
But don’t expect an apology, because you’re not getting one.
White knuckled in the white out.
That describes my nine mile commute down a NW Wisconsin county road at eight o’clock this morning. The weather guys called the blowing snow “pesky” the night before, one or two inches top. Of course, as I’ve mentioned previously, Meteorology up here tends to be more an art than a science. The husband and I guessed more like 4 or 5 inches of snow this morning, drifting to six or eight as I drove in. Personally, I think “pesky” was a bit of an understatement.
The back window of my car was completely opaque after the first couple miles. The plow had made a token run earlier in the day, so there was something reassembling a path to follow. Still, it’s the inevitable unknown that’s so nerve wracking, as you take your foot off the gas, strangle the steering wheel, and carefully coast the car through the drift that has worked its way across the road in the meantime. Never mind, taking a hill and praying you don’t meet a car coming from the other direction who is using the same barely scraped ten feet of cleared road that you are. At least I wasn’t tailgated by some “compensator” with four wheel drive and no manners. Thank God for simple blessings, I guess.
Anyhow, you might ask what all this whining has to do with writing, which is suppose to be the purpose of this blog. My answer would be, nothing really. But I do sense a metaphorical correlation to my feelings about book marketing. It would not be an exaggeration to say that at times, marketing my books feels like I’m groping blindly through a mass of complete ignorance, grasping at anything that I might hold onto for stability.
How do I get to you people with my writing and most of my sanity still in tact? How do I find you without getting stuck in the piles of ubiquitous mediocrity drifting in from all sides? I have a destination, but the journey is not a smooth one from my perspective. I can’t seem to see very clearly where I am on the path.
Guess I had just better hang on and push through.