I Can't Tell You How To Sell Your Book

I really can't...

Sorry if you thought that was a lie to catch your eye and draw you in. It isn’t. I don’t have the experience or knowledge to tell you how to sell your books. There are hundreds of best seller authors who can. I have spent hours reading, listening, watching, and filling notebooks with their advice. Some of it is not relevant to me, some of it is way out of my league, some of it I have tried. Taking baby steps, I twisted away from my comfort zones, forced myself to be someone I’m not, disappointed myself in my constant failures, until life interrupted and stole my marketing time. Then grief stole my will to persevere along these uncomfortable and impossible pathways. Marketing momentum stalled and well, no sales although I do have constant downloads of my first book which is free...

A collection of flash fiction, mixed genre.

I’ve been spat out from a whirlwind of loss, confusion, and very dark days into a meadow of calm. I am now wading through the long grasses, creating new pathways, and sneezing when I disturb the pollen but my viewpoint on how to spend my precious life has changed.

I am no longer looking to others for validation. I no longer need others to say this is a great story, Jenni, for me to love my stories. I just do. I love my stories, my books, my characters, my poems. Which is a good thing because they won’t leave me alone, and for every one I finish there are at least three more new ones pretending to be patient as they wait for their turn. My books are well written and well edited, the covers are great and they will find their readers.

I am no longer trying to be something I’m not. I am finding ways to market my writing that fit me like a pair of soft side-zipped ankle boots (I love ankle boots, as does Gracie in The Finder) instead of searching for the perfect Cinderella glass slippers which have a habit of getting lost, and honestly, they only fit Cinderella.

I shall have fun, be playful, experiment with whatever marketing style feels right to me because then I will skip along the pathways to selling, maybe bursting into song, but not bursting birds. (That was such an unforgettable hilarious moment in Shrek the first time I saw it with my two young boys one rainy day on a Cornish holiday many, many, years ago.)