I hate sitting for formal portraits, but duties of state…
I iz more noble and more snide.
I prefer to go for lugubrious.
Aloof, cats are supposed to be aloof.
Here, watch me loof!
Author
In a post on the Wyrdsmiths blog, my colleague Lyda Morehouse posed the following question about self-promotion:
But it does seem to work for some people on some level, and I always end up wondering by what magic is that done?
I think it’s pretty straightforward actually, and it all comes down to that word seem. Here’s how I think it works (all numbers made up).
If fifty percent of all authors do self-promotion, and a random six percent of all authors cross over into best-sellerdom than three percent of authors who do lots of self-promotion are going to cross over into best-sellerdom purely by chance. Then, at least some of those authors are going to figure that it was self-promotion which made the difference whether it had anything to do with it or not. See also: confirmation bias.
Likewise, if you’re watching from the outside, you might think the only thing that differentiates them from the herd is self-promotion, and then leap to the same conclusion. For that matter, I will even concede that some particularly clever bit of self-promotion that hasn’t already been done a bunch of times might catch the mood and go viral, but I think that’s as much a form of luck as having the book do the same thing.
Great books with tons of self-promotion die. Barely adequate books that get very little push become best sellers. Most of the difference there is luck in hitting the right literary kink for the moment.
We want the industry to make sense, so we tell ourselves stories–we’re authors, telling stories is what we do. That book did so well because the author came up with the really awesome book trailer. That one did poorly because the cover sucked. This one over here is a best-seller simply because it’s that good.
But the truth is, nobody knows what’s going to make a book take off. If there was a real answer, there’s be a publisher somewhere that didn’t sell anything but best sellers.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog February 22 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Totally looking at you! Where my fud?
I’m ready for my closeupzzzzzzzz…
I’z cutness personif… puzin… its own self!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog February 18 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Must go to the light…
Mighty hunter stalks the fluffball
Dude, turn out the light!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog February 11 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I don’t think the discussion is primarily about a huge problem anyone is having at all, so much as it about talking about cognitive tools for understanding a phenomena that is encountered in greater and greater degree the more broadly you are known of beyond the circle of people who simply know you.
For some people it certainly does become a problem. For some the idea of authorial construct is a handy tool that allows them to separate from their work. For some it’s simply a fascinating cognitive phenomena. It’s also important to note that it’s not only or even mainly about a person’s deliberate public persona.
In the case of authors, at least, people form opinions about who a writer is sometimes based entirely on what they’ve read in the writer’s books, and without any clues other than that and name.
This is one reason why several of my readers have been quite startled to find out that I’m a burly bald man and not the bookish woman they built in their heads by working with my gender-ambiguous name and the stuff of mine that they’ve read.
Shh, is sunny, I napping
Shh, is sunny, I napping
Shh, is sunny, I napping
All together now: Shh, is sunny, I napping (4 cats in the sun)
Bonus kitty is napping too, just not in sun
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog February 4 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Sometimes lazer eyez need kickstart
Not paranoid, the aliens really are out to get me.
Told ya I could see over my belly, now help me outta here!
Marge, pass me the remote, wouldja.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog January 28 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die.
I playz dead gud, even got the bloating thing nailed
I command you to bring me a…zzzzzzzz
BONUS CATS*
My proud lion pose, you take pixure, yes?
All shall love me and despair!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog January 21 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Somewhere over the rainbow…
It’s not the camera, I really am blurry!
Wide-load cat, is wide.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog January 14 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)