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| Dibert on Marketing |
I have been up since 4. No kidding. I have data from Moves (which I love btw) to support the claim. I slept at around 10 yesterday and after whatever little fitful sleep I managed, I finally got up at 4.
Since then, I’ve walked for 30 mins, did 30 crunches (despite my hernia) and had a green tea (which makes me sick in the gut but people say it’s supposed to help). And I made a poster for my upcoming book. And I sent out emails to 20 strangers, literally begging them to cover my book in their publications, send mails to random people asking them to share the book with others and so on and so forth. You get the drift.
That’s how my day looks like these days. That’s what I do these days. And I am a teetotaler. That makes alcohol out of bounds. Guessing, of course is what I do. The entire day!
So whatever morsels of time I can save during the day, I try and think who all could I be contacting about the promotion of the book. I then add those names to a list. And at the end of day, or early next day I send out emails, starting from the bottom of the list. Remember that FIFO principle?
And no points for guessing the response rate – which (or that?) remains dismally close to zero.
But…
but…
but… I understand this is all a tiny part of hustle. In a positive way. I am learning a lot of new things. The chief one being that it’s ok to let the world judge you. All this while, in my entire life, I have not subjected myself to other people’s opinions. Even then, if there were any opinions, I took them on the face value and ignored them. This time around I think I’d be affected. I know, I know. First book is just testing waters. It’s not a big deal if people don’t like. And other things like that.
I have these endless conversation with myself. Damn!
The other side, the flip side of the entire thing is that I literally get no time to do things that I want to do. This todo list includes poker, learning a new hobby, taking it easy, meeting people, more writing, travel. The list goes on. I have come to accept that I am a lost soul and I shall remain one. I just need to maximize my time. This marketing madness is not helping matters. Only thing I get to do these days, is talk about my book for a couple of hours every morning. And thats’ about it!
And it sucks. S U C K S. Yeah, loud.
I am a fucking artist writer. And I am supposed to work on writing. On the craft. Not on the ancillary things like marketing. I know it’s an important part of the craft. But these days, it has become the only part. Ant that’s where my problem is! I wonder how to other writers manage this bit. May be they have money and they have large departments to churn out ideas for them? May be they don’t need marketing. I mean if Stephan King came out with a book tomorrow, he’d just have to drop a tweet and rest shall take care of itself. Look at Chetan Bhagat. He could book a front-page ad in the most widely circulated daily of the country! How do they manage? How do other authors manage?
I have no fucking clue. And I hate wasting my limited time like this. I hate doing non-productive work. Hell, in my time I could choose to sleep but that’s my decision. And I am not answerable to anyone. This marketing shit… damn. Oh, and come to think of it, I am a marketeer by training and profession. Irony!
Anyhow, in the entire episode, there are a couple of silver-linings to be happy about. A, the folks at Catapooolt have been a pleasure to work with. I can totally see myself recommending them to others. And B, I have made so many new friends. While the world at large remains hostile and friends (and acquaintances continued to desert me), I have been pleasantly surprised by the kindness that a few strangers have shown towards me. More about them in some other post, on a day when I am not feeling rotten about how I am spending my life.
Till then…
Wait a minute. Did you like the FB page yet? Did you buy the book yet? Did you tell your friends about it yet?
P.S.: That’s crib # 2 in as many days. Note to self. Watch out!