"It does wear you out... and if the book fails to capture an audience even then, it's bad luck (usually) or a bad book (sometimes). People are picky with their book dollars and word of mouth is powerful but even then ...Dan Brown will never suffer lower sales and ... his lower sales will plummet from 100 million to only 70 million, worldwide. He's the top. He's the Eiffel Tower. He's the franchise.
"That’s what my friend, Jackie, said to a bunch of us neophyte novel writers, and she should know. Dan Brown is the Eiffel Tower, or maybe the Coliseum if you consider his last two books took place in Italy. My friend’s books sell worldwide, but since the “recession,” (in my lexicon that word should be depression) I know that the book business, particularly the fiction business, is in the deepest pit it has ever been in. But this was the time I chose to write fiction. It was the only time in my life I had time to write fiction.
Hey, I had a living to make. The fiction had to wait. I’m not the type that can get up before five in the morning, to write a convoluted or even simple plot. I have to sleep when other more energetic writers and probably younger writers choose to toil over their lap tops, chugging, hot dark, caffeine. So in all the years before, I just wrote about the real stuff; journalistic feature articles, corporate gems that featured big business lingo that included the nifty phrase, paradigm shifts. And I made a decent living writing ghost books for doctors who didn’t want to get up to write at five in the morning, before they went to the hospital or offices.
Working for good pay, but no recognition satisfied me then. But now that my new novel is about to appear before year’s end, I’m not so sure I’m ready to take the disappointments that come with being overlooked. The whole thing has me tingling with trepidation. If the best known fiction writer I know can’t buck her tenth book up to the New York Times Best Seller list, especially since the new one followed a bunch of best sellers, what am I to expect? It’s not like I’m starting a new genre, the way Grace Metalious did in the fifties, with a super steamy novel about a small town and its inhabitants.
My book is just a really good story about a family in flux, with lots of steamy moments stuck in, throughout. And everyone who will read it will recognize their own lives in a moment, if there’s anything steamy going on at home—or not.But if my friend, Jackie, is having a hard time selling her deftly written tenth novel that should be at the top of the charts, but isn’t, what chance does mine have? She tells me what I’ve already read. The publishers aren’t putting forth the effort any longer, unless they can fully expect much more bang for the buck.
Those of us who don’t have a track record in fiction have to hire publicists and create websites that will drain whatever royalties we make from sales. But as I’ve said to my family, and those who know me well; this is what I do; I write. And now that I’m older and wiser, I write fiction that might be called a memoir, if I was just that tough to admit to a lot of stuff in the book that I insist is fiction. But like so many of us who use our own experiences to write novels, much of the book is, in fact, fact. But the people who know me and would recognize themselves in the novel would never forgive me if I called what I wrote, a memoir. And the pieces of the book that are truly fiction are some of the best parts. I still have a living to make, but that’s how it stands.
It’s a novel and it’s called, “I Know You by Heart.” This beauty of a story will be out for you to consider, before year’s end. Check it out on Amazon.com in about a month. Remember: it’s also a story you’ve either lived and you can't forget or, you’ve seen it all happen to others. Hope you take the opportunity to read it.
I loved writing it.