I feel naked. Naked and vulnerable. For all of you planning on publishing a novel, may I suggest a new suit of thick skin?
I once boasted being un-Googleable, save a few work-related Internet entries. Well, sayonara anonymity.
This online-visibility angst isn’t new; it’s troubled me since my blog’s inception. Within a short time, a search for ‘Carrie Rubin’ netted more than my professional, white-coated countenance.
But I adapted. I understood the permanent nature of everything I scribbled online and tried to conduct myself accordingly. Sure, there were nights I’d awake in a panic—Good God, what have I done?—but most days I managed to breathe.
And then my book came out.
Now I’m putting my business in everybody else’s business. Not just blogs and Twitter but forums and review sites and book sites and any other place where one sells her soul to the devil.
Of course, this increased visibility is the whole point of marketing. “No s**t Sherlock,” you say. But like an autopsy incision, it leaves one wide open. Gaping, really. The next thing you know, there are emails in your inbox from people you’ve never met—online or in person. Good comments for the most part, but a few back-handed compliments as well. One person enjoyed my novel but suggested some bits weren’t realistic. Ah, very true, very true. But this is the land of fiction, a land where vampires and zombies and good-hearted serial killers exist. If one can’t invoke creative license in this made-up terrain, then writers, put down your pens.
On the other hand, this individual read my book based on a writing group member’s recommendation. Well, that’s pretty cool, is it not? Perhaps this word-of-mouth sparked the book’s recent good standing on Amazon in a particular country. Imagine my surprise last week when The Seneca Scourge ranked #30 in medical thrillers across the Atlantic. My flu tale has since tumbled, but I enjoy these waves when they come.
So, yes, I’m naked. But that nudity is what gets one noticed. What’s the latest addition to my striptease? Facebook. Oh, yes I did. I finally joined the time-suck. I still sport an ample dunce hat, thus shortchanging my friends in this relationship, but everything takes time. (By the way, a special thanks to JM McDowell for helping me navigate a few steps and to Le Clown for offering help if I need it.)
Although it’s a work in progress, I’d love you to come ‘like’ and subscribe to my page. Or lick it or scrub it or whatever the heck one does. I hope to offer something different from my blog and Twitter. Perhaps a daily short post of a health or parenting or writing tidbit with a useful link to support it. Maybe this is not Facebook’s purpose, but anything more personal just isn’t going to happen.
This woman is naked enough.
Please click here for my public Facebook page. (And check my recent status update for a contest! Hint: my paperback is out.)
Are you on Facebook? Got any much-needed tips or words of wisdom to share with me? Can you persuade me it will be worth my time? Cause so far I’m not convinced…
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