Hello. My name is Shyla and I suck at self-promotion. Here’s a link to my first book: Unsuspecting Cinderella. Please buy it.
See what I mean? I really have no idea how to get people to buy my book. Hell, I am not even comfortable telling people about it. I mean, I’ll tell you all about it if you ask but me bringing it up first is tough. Don’t even get me started on attempting to ask people to spend money on it.
It’s a good book, I promise. But like every other book in the known Universe, it’s not for everyone.
It’s a book of poetry. About 30 pages worth, give or take a few section breaks. Small enough to read in just one sitting. I think they are fabulous poems, but that’s just me. The author.
My publisher sent me about five terrifying and overwhelming emails about book promotion, book sales, radio interviews, press release examples, etc. I read through them and it was all too much. I get that they are in the business of making money by publishing and selling books but it was like they drove a dump-truck up to my email inbox and just dumped. I guess I’m not going to get any help with promo during this pre-sale period, which is a couple of months. Those emails mean they have officially passed that promo baton to me until January.
I’m just not sure how to go about doing self-promotion or where to start. I guess that’s why I’m writing this. Ha!
Outside of my most immediate family, I haven’t sent anyone the link yet to pre-order (well, besides posting it here). I’m pretty sure only 2 people have actually bought a copy so far.
I have to sell at least 55 copies of the book or it will never be released to markets other than the original publisher (like Amazon or Barnes and Noble), so that’s my first goal. 55 people. That shouldn’t be so tough right?
Ok… I have 791 followers on this blog so maybe if each one of you buys a copy that will be super cool. Minus the people who are just bots, minus the people who follow me just because that’s what they do to get followers, minus the people who are no longer looking at the wordpress feeds, minus the random person who just stumbled across this today. By my estimate that leaves about 10 people.
Minus you Vis because I know you are one of two people who already bought a copy. So that leaves nine.
Hi, nine good people of Earth. Please buy my book. Here’s that link again: Unsuspecting Cinderella
I said it was good but don’t take my word for it. Check out the praise the book received from three other great humans:
Unsuspecting Cinderella is what happens after the glass slipper slips on and the prince carries the poet off to the castle. These are pensive, incisive lines of deep hungers (I want you to want me like a fever breaking), and the Midas-like emptiness at the castle that leaves one curled into a ball and opening umbrellas on the inside. It’s the cautionary tale of compromising our truest self for a life that is both more than enough and nowhere near enough. A chapbook that reads like a novel written on a silver matchbook.
Speaking to and for others who have risen from the commonplace into the exciting but fearsome American dream, Shyla Shehan “can’t even see myself” as she looks in the mirror, just a regular bathroom mirror. Life changes, and, in part two, the speaker of these poems is living in The Castle—watching, worrying, working to fit in and accept. Shehan’s powerful debut is honest, moving, and deeply instructive.
Shyla Shehan’s remarkable first collection, Unsuspecting Cinderella, packs a lot of punch in its thirty pages. The poems of the first section track a female persona through the losses of love and the strangeness of life when one moves through it alone. The second section follows that same persona into a world of new love and the oddly haunting burden of unexpected affluence. Throughout, the poems are rich with vibrant language, surprising reversals, and insights into the difficulties of surviving emotionally in our stressful culture. The collection is both entertaining and moving, not to mention philosophically engaging. I look forward to seeing a lot more work by this accomplished poet.
–Jim Peterson, author of The Horse Who Bears Me Away
Does including the blurbs help? I guess that’s why they print them on the back of the book. Heh.
I suppose outside of emailing everyone in my contact list the way my publisher suggests, social media promo is the golden ticket. I know that but I’ve been trying to resist that 💩 for years and now I’m gonna look like a hypocrite trying utilize the twitters and facebooks for this. That’s taking self promotion to the next level. It’s called shameless self-promotion. I also suck at being shameless.
Ok… so now I’ve started. This here today is a start. Next on my list is to send out emails. I should set a goal and then reward myself with a pedicure or something if I hit my target. The Universe knows I need a little extra motivation to do what needs to be done if I want to sell some books. And I do want to sell some books. I mean, I want to share my poems with as many people as I can and this book is a big part of that. Please buy it. 😂
Cheers to Friday,