Writer Vs. Marketer Vs. Editor
As a writer I have learned that I have to market myself. Market my books in advance before they are even completed. However I am not a marketer. I am a writer. I love being a writer; and I never really wanted to go into marketing.
But here I am marketing myself on a website; all created to grab your interest in my books; and me as a Writer.
When I started writing; I had assumed other people would be doing this for me. That an agent and publisher would be there for me. I never thought that I would end up being my own agent, editor, and publisher. It just wasn't the way things were done. unfortunately as times have changed this is exactly where a majority of the writers are at.
Agents and Publishers have forgotten what it is like to take a chance on an upcoming, new writer. They want one that already is published; one that markets themselves; makes their jobs easier.
And so I have to become a marketer; of myself and my books. I have had so much interest in my stories from outside people. So many people telling me that I am a good writer and that they want to read my stuff. That I had assumed marketing would be the easy part. But it has been one nightmare after another.
On top of the writer and the marketer always fighting within; I have the editor. The editor has been fighting the loudest and roughest. The Editor has to take charge; when all the writer want to do is hide in a corner; and the Marketer wants to shout from the rooftop. The Editor has to tip toe around everyone's feelings; yet produce the best product.
When all is said and done; when all three work together it is masterful and beautiful to see. But when they don't; when they lose control, one part falls apart; so do all the others. One's mistake means the rest fight and the outcome is not pretty. Nothing gets done. So I wrestle with myself, fight for the day that things might all come out right, and pray that enough of me survives to see that day. - K A Petentler
(a little overdramatic... but what writer isn't?)
I have been swamped lately. Between collaboration with a friend on a children's book, editing the first book in my series; collecting my thoughts on my fairytale collection, and keeping up with my blog... needless to say I am working hard.
Most of you will be pleased to know that I am bunkered down in Athanatos.
For those of you who just started following me; here on my new site, it is a book set within Greek Mythology. At this time I do not really feel comfortable giving away too much information. However I will say this. I created a character and inserted her into the events of the myths. She has direct interaction with almost all of the Greek gods. If you are not into Greek Mythology or know very much about Greek Mythology; you will still be able to follow the story; If you love Greek Mythology then I think you will love my interpretation.
As I have been working hard to finally finish and hopefully publish some of my work I have again learned something. Subconsciously I am afraid. I have been for a while it seems; to release my book. It has been sitting there; so close to being finished. Yet I would not touch it. It is in its final stage of editing. All it needed was a rewrite in the beginning; which I wrote almost a year ago; I just had not edited it and fixed some of my transitions.
For a long time I was not sure why I would not finish it? Why every time I got close to finishing any book, I would not take that last step. I mean if you think about it I wrote the outline of the complete series and the first book in a month; four years ago. Yet I had the book close to completion and I was just siting on it; refusing to work on it. Distracting myself with a thousand other projects all because of fear.
Fear that I will no longer have control over it. Fear that readers will not like it. Fear that the readers will not understand the point of my book. Fear that they will love it.
The most shocking part of all of this; Fear that they will love it.
It is every writers dream that their book will be successful. Yet I am afraid of it, of how it will change my life. None of that should stop me from writing the book or books I want to write. Published or not published; I am going to finish the book for me. I love the series and that should be enough. So I will leave all of you to your writing and this quote.
Don't let fear of striking out keep you from playing the game- A Cinderella Story.
K A Petentler
Lately I have been thinking about fairy tales. I am pulled back to the time of Charles Perrault, and the Grimm Brothers; as well as Hans Christian Anderson.
They all wrote short fairy tales; they did not need to be long drawn out stories; yet these stories written so long ago are done and redone today.
It just makes me wonder who is going to be the next fairytale writer? I am not talking about redoing stories that have already been done, I am talking about releasing a book of new fairy tales.
The main question here; is it even possible to do this? I have over fifty fairytales that I have written and I hold them back because somewhere someone said I needed to write them into whole novels or books. But what is wrong with the short stories that I have already written? Why am I not satisfied with that.
As a writer can I not make up my own rules; just as I create my own stories? Why do I put all of this pressure on myself? What am I actually waiting for? Permission to go my own way?
No great story was ever written without taking chances. So when most of my main influences are short fairy tales or myths and legends from history; what could possibly make me think that writing a novel or a book series first would make any sense to me as a writer?
Let me explain; this was all just to say this: I am thinking, (only thinking at this point) about releasing a volume of fairy tales. A majority of them will be my original fairytales; while some will include my version of the fairytales we all know and love.
So my question to all of you; Are you ready for new fairytales? For new stories that are not the same rehashing of the familiar stories of old?
Ready or Not; Here I come.
- K A Petentler