And so it goes. 

And so it goes. 

Words about stuff about words. 

OUT and doubt

So, OUT has been available for nearly a month (almost) and now comes the time when things start to feel...weird. 


Why? Because the first blush of excitement has passed. All the people who knew about the book and were waiting for it have purchased it, many have read it, many have written great reviews. And now I sit here every day, alone at my laptop, sending missives to strangers who might be able to help me get the exposure that would give this book a lucky break. 


This is where publishing becomes nightmarish. There are SO many books out there. Every person who might possibly be able to read OUT and help me get the word out also gets about a million emails from a bunch of other people every day. No one replies. I know it's not realistic to expect it...yet, I do. 


I reply to every email I get. Now, granted, I am not famous. But I'm sending emails and twitters and Facebook messages to assistants, obscure people whose blogs I like, (and also to Ellen and Chelsea and Neil Patrick and Jon).  But even the obscure people don't answer. It's kind of strange...I almost feel as if I'm invisible, as if when I sent messages they are somehow captured in some nylon spiderweb situated right above the tubes of my internet, poised to catch any message that might get out there to help me. 


So I wait, and I hope. I put my baby out there, and I hope that someone else loves it as much as I do. 


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