As you can see, I pulled the novel from the blog. I did this for a few reasons:
1) The manuscript is riddled with errors and is currently an embarrassment. I aim to fix that. Someday.
a) I hate blogging.
iii) As another blogger put it, the best book promotion blogs reflect a genuine personality. I translate that into meaning that you need a nice headshot and be really appealing and kind to people who you don’t know. It also helps to be photogenic, and a professional writer to start with. As you can probably guess, I’m an asshole (and not the slightest bit photogenic), so the media celebrity thing isn’t going to work for me. At all.
* It apparently takes an enormous amount of time and energy that I can spend putting together a product that is actually good. I can’t do that and post enough material to keep people interested.
5) I really hate blogging.
VI) Not everyone promoting a book is equal. I’ve noticed the most successful bloggers in my network have more-than-adequate finances, family, friends, school resources, connections or simply lots of free time to burn on the fine art of self-promotion (not book promotion so much as self-promotion). I have none of those resources. The funniest part is that you now have an entire industry of self-promoting hacks, like David Gaughran and Shannon Thompson selling the dream of self-publishing or clogging up blogs with self-promoting likes and up-votes. Publishing has begun to look a lot like Amway. I hate phonies too.
###### Did I mention that I really hate blogging?
23) I have to constantly post to stay relevant, and posting on a guest blog means that I can’t edit my posts. Then my impulsive error-riddled posts just make me look like an idiot.
42) I’m neither a pundit nor an entertainer, but I am a misanthrope and a pessimist. I don’t do werewolves, vampires or self-insertion action kids. I write about young people carrying and using guns to kill adults in a justifiable way. They get as good as they give. People you like, die, horribly and with no hand of god to save them. I write about teenage sex and don’t care whose mind I’m polluting. I glorify militarism and hedonism and challenging social, gender and economic authority un-apologetically.
In other words, I’m naturally inclined to take settled, certain people completely out of all their comfort zones in the most efficient, pithy way possible. You can’t curl up to this book. Ever. It’s neither literary escapism nor mental comfort food. It’s that asshole kicking your chair in the back in a movie theater while making out with his loud, gum-smacking girlfriend reminding you that you don’t control anything–not even yourself.
Once the book is done, I will announce it here and offer it with online booksellers. I will write another one and post in on the same sites. Then another until all nine or ten unappealing pieces of crap don’t sell. If they sell, then great! If they don’t, then the audience has no taste.
Either way, don’t come back here for updates, good luck working on your crappy book and get off my lawn. -JK