Note: This post may get a little Chuck Wendigy, if you know what I mean. If you don’t, it means watch out for foul language!
Every so often, when I don’t see a friend or family member for a long time, they’ll ask me “how are the book sales going?” which is a question I don’t really like hearing. Most of these people don’t understand that I don’t write for the money. (Because, let’s face it, what money?) I write because I love it. I write because there is a physical need for me to do it. But, all anyone who isn’t a writer sees is “Why is he wasting his time writing? He’s not even making any money.” Or, “You wrote a book? Shouldn’t you be famous? Why do you still work here?” And every time I give them the same answer.
*shrug* “Sales are slow. No one really knows who I am.”
Wait. Hold on. What kind of bullshit excuse is that? (This is the Chuck Wendig part). No one knows who I am? That’s the saddest excuse I’ve heard in a while, and it’s my fault. Sure, some people know who I am. My blogging friends and the hundred or so people who have bought one of my books. But do you know why no one else knows who I am? Because of me. Because I’m not out there pushing myself and my brand. I’m not out there every day showing the world who I am, and what I can do. Sure, I follow some blogs, I post some links to Google +, Twitter, my fan page, and a few other places. But I’m no proactively seeking to make myself better known in the world. How the fuck are people supposed to know who I am when I stayed shelled up in my little writing hole?
Now, of course I need to get writing done. Absolutely. I need to write the books for people to buy. But, how the fuck are people supposed to know I’ve written these books if I don’t get out there?
Perfect example of someone who has branded himself well. Chuck Wendig. I mean, I mentioned right at the start of this post that it may get a bit “Chuck Wendigy” in here. A lot of people know that means there will be some vulgarities, because Chuck Wendig has branded himself as a writer who doesn’t hold back, and who isn’t afraid to spew forth a fuck every now and again. Chuck put himself out there, and it has paid off well for him.
I need to do just that. I need to make my mark in the world. I need to do something so that people will think “This is obviously
the work of Chris Stocking.” Or, “Chris Stocking? He’s the writer who *insert branding thing here*, right?”
So, there it is. It’s time for me to make myself known. To put everything I have on the line, and to make myself a contender in the world. I refuse to sit back and watch as everyone else surges ahead, leaving me in their dust. I refuse to let that happen.
And that is the truth. And that is the end.