Today marks one year that Tainted: Tales of Terror and the Supernatural was published. I didn’t even think to check on how many have been sold up to now. I have had way too much on my mind. I know I have bought my fair share for the signing in June, a couple I promised I would get, and some that people paid me in advance. In think in all about 50 are out in the world from my own self-promotion that I know. Could be more, might be less. One thing I will say, self-promotion is damn hard, even worse when you are a shy guy, more so still when you worked in a mall and saw how much those kiosk workers are built up to latch on to a potential customer. I don’t want to be that kind of seller.
See, I find that trying to make a person buy your product, no matter how good you are is a 50/50 shot in the dark. I say that because when I was working at Borders I was selling books left and right just by talking to the customers as if I didn’t work there. I don’t know, maybe my personality is one that works best reading the rules, throwing out the idiotic ones, and then improvising with what I know. I seem to take the same thing with my writing. I never really self promote myself saying “hey, I’m published here you should go read it!” Not a self-confidence thing either, in fact, I get too many compliments on my writing to be able to delude myself that I’m not good. Though, it is still really hard for me to take a compliment. I like to think that if a person will reread my story at least once in their life, that says it all, or if I were to ever get one of those great fan letters you see other writers talk of on how this story or that book moved/helped/changed a person, well then I think life would be complete right there.
What can I say, I have simple and modest dreams.
But what is kinda scary is that a year has come and passed. All I’ve got at this point is one story. Granted, the last year was full of family and medical distractions up to and through the summer, and I went on a busy Con season (for me at least) during the summer too. I only really have started my writing for the year. And sweet baby Jesus in bondage gear is it a lot. If you want a full account, check out the interview I did with my friend Dhympna du Maurier at her blog, Culinary Carnival. It is a lot and this may be the last post from me for at least October. Though, there will be a wonderful blog post by the Dark Fantasy Mistress, Louise Bohmer, later this month.
I wonder if all the work I’m trying to finish is not a way to make up for the lost time I had the rest of this year? I mean, I would like to think that at some point my writing chops with get faster and stronger and I will become prolific, but really, what was going though my head. And the trouble is that I could easily give up any of them, set them aside for another time. I mean, I’m not under contract or anything. But I love all of these stories and I want you all to have a chance to read them and those that have yet to hear of me. I want to splurge imagination on you. I want to give you the diverse insanity that is my mind in stories that will, if not terrify you, make you think how even the ordinary can become evil and extraordinary.
So, I leave you with my favorite season, favorite holiday, a time where the world becomes my inspiration and I get very distracted. I go to work for you, those that have read my blog for this whole year, for those that have read “The Tethering” in Tainted and have been waiting for more, and for those that have done both. And from the depths of madness stricken heart, thank you for your support and being kick ass creatures of the night!
~ W. D. Prescott