I’m a fiction writer. I swear I am. Yet, for the last several weeks I’ve been venturing into other territory in order to promote my newly released book. I’ve been a photographer, a film maker, a director/producer, a reporter, a sales rep, and a shameless schmoozer with a fistful of business cards. I’ve dabbled in graphic design. I’ve exercised mathematical zeal and social derring-do. I’ve been a carnival barker for the electrifying, death defying storytelling of a harried fiction writer on the high wire of self-promotion.
After the rumpus, I’m exhausted but proceeding in a happy muddle. Surely, there will be rewards for all this hat-swapping abandon. Will my newly minted title rise above the indie publishing fray and sail to (even a moderate) success? Or will my occupational contortions be in vain? The question is, to me, a cliffhanger of epic proportion. While we wait to learn the fate of Wilderness: A Collection of Dark Tales, we can at least entertain ourselves by viewing one of the products of my labors – a book trailer comprising photographs taken in the nearby forest that has so inspired me. To take a peek, follow this link http://youtu.be/ImvYdxtXOG0. Share it around if you will, and help me find the space to put on my writing cap once again.
Questions about me or my book? Give me a shout at firstname.lastname@example.org.