I'm in a quandary.
Sinking in a quagmire.
And I can't figure out what I want!
For the last month or so, I've been heavily involved in revising my book I, Crimsonstreak. No pun intended, but I considered it the red-headed stepchild of the two superheroic books I've penned (or is it typed?). I'm starting to reconsider that a bit now. I think the book has a certain sense of polish to it, a feeling almost of near-completion.
If I really look, I know I can find a misplaced comma or a word I'd like to replace. But for the most part, I feel the novel has reached that indefinable point where it's time to send it out. So I will.
Actually, I already have. I'm trying a couple of small presses first because it feels like the right thing to do at the moment. It guarantees no success and doesn't even present any better odds than cold querying.
I'll give it a month or so and if I can't find a home for Crimsonstreak, then I may do what thousands of other writers have done and sail straight for the great undiscovered country of electronic books. I tell myself this is prescience and not impatience.
Yet, I wonder...if my chances of landing an agent are low...and my chances of finding a publisher are equally low...how am I to stand out in the Great Unknown of this strange, new ebook world?
I have no idea.
Sure, I've talked to a couple of people. They tell me to build my brand. They tell me to get the book out there in the wild and flog it, flog it, flog it until I will sales to happen. They say to guest blog, run Twitter contests, and SEO optimize my ass out.
But let's face it: I'm a nobody. No, I don't want your pity party. I mean in the grand scope of writers, I'm a blip. Hell, everyone is a blip. Turning that blip into something meaningful has become the true mark of this ebook age.
I guess we'll see.
Oh! Oh! I haven't employed the Peyton Progress Meter in a while, so here goes.
I, Crimsonstreak is now in the "Going Deep" phase. Huzzah!