“Never toot your own horn.” With a nickel for every time I heard that as a child in the 1940’s and 50’s, I would have quite a bundle to support my writing. That was one cliche that stuck with me. Thinking back my grandmother was always ready with one or another. “The early bird gets the worm.” I was never interested in that worm so I grew to be a “just on time” adult as early seems a waste of my own minutes. “Happy as a clam.” I’ve never seen a smiling clam and once fried, they certainly can’t be happy but they sure put a smile on my face. Some of her sayings became rules. “Don’t upset the apple cart.” And to this day, I try “not to make waves” which can sometimes be a major hindrance. But of all the cliches tossed my way, “never toot your own horn” had the biggest impact on me. And as an independent author, it is an obstacle daily.
When my first novel was published, the amount of toot’n I could do for myself would be more like the horn on my old balloon tire bicycle.
toot – toot – toot
Ah, “heaven’s to Betsy“, I found out that writing for me is a joy – marketing is a dreaded chore for which I was not prepared. The Spruce Gum Box did not have the champion it needed.
Next Granite Hearts and in turn Beneath Mackerel Skies was launched. These three novels complete the Maine at Heart Trilogy. I’m getting better at posting about the books and talking at every opportunity. Although still not easy to do, I speak to readers as the writer. After all, books can not run around, jump up and down and shout, “here we are”. I am increasing playing music from a bigger horn to introduce them.
TOOT – TOOT – TOOT
As part of the social network, I enjoy following other independent authors. Some of them have managed to find ways to get their books noticed, even on the budget of most indie authors. I find them awesome and am in hopes to learn and follow in their footstep.
I’ve always felt that I ” march to a differ drummer“. Now I am going after a larger horn to add to that parade – (tuba?) This will be a huge twist in a personality that has taken 77 years to form.
Sorry Gramma. I am going to try to “toot my own horn”.
TOOT – TOOT – TOOT