Okay, so Piglet is now called Joanne? Hey, if I’d put Shehanne there you’d never have believed me. No, today I want you to meet Joanne…
Otherwise known as J.M. Stewart, author of some pretty good sweet and spicy books. It’s now a whole year since I first subbed Lady Fury to Etopia and I can’t believe how much my life has changed, even if I was a bit like this the other week….. Lady Fury is out and my second book is about to be released. Hope you are all following the Hottie Scot giveaway being hosted on my behalf by the fabulous Noelle Clark
over on her blog http://www.noelleclarkauthor.com/2013/07/a-letter-from-black-wolf-of-lochalpin.html Of course Noelle does not guarantee you are going to win a Wolf but she does have amazon vouchers and you get anything there…right?
One of the things that is different is the amount of Social Media I undertook which proved to me, especially in the early days, dodos aren’t actually extinct at all. During that time I came across this book jacket by another Etopian……
i thought how cool, how sophisticated is this J.M. Swamming out there… Ooh this will be me soon. I had no idea the irony is that J.M Stewart has a problem. A big one when authors these days are expected to put themselves out there, build the following, do the blogs, interact with other authors, bloggers, sounding like a cool cat.
The lovely lady is shy. I’m not talking a little bit of toeing of the ground there till I get the hang of this gathering.
To quote Joanne I’m talking,
‘It’s trying to escape my body by way of my mouth kind of shy. My palms grow cold and clammy, my hands shake. Hell, who am I kidding? My everything shakes. When confronted with new people, my brain and my mouth seize up.’
Joanne actually did a blog but there’s a problem with getting into my mail box right now. I need this post up un terms of my own schedule this week. Besides the good lady has already waited. So I’m cobbling big time from a blog where she spilt the beans. Plus showing you some of her fabulous covers.
Putting ourselves out there as authors, aspiring authors or bloggers is never easy. Often a complete novice, a dodo, where blogging is concerned, you’re trying to hit a mark, somewhere between sounding knowledgeable, having good content and praying you won’t bore the pants off someone and just maybe you can make that someone come back. When you feel like this…….
‘As an author, putting myself out there is terrifying. I’m not eloquent by any means. In fact, I stumble and stammer and say all the wrong things. Usually at the wrong time.’
It’s also worse when all the blogging advice is to get your mates to come by your blog and like you and leave a comment when you’re…..
‘not that person who collects friends. You know, those people who seem to make friends wherever they go and always seem to have dozens?’
Personally, if there is one thing the last year has taught me, in addition to knowing exactly who my friends are and valuing them, it’s of the importance of making new author/blogger ones. Ones who this last week, or so, came straight to my assistance, no questions asked. Noelle, Anne, Incy, Aimee, Susan, Antonia, Alison/Eleanor. Blogs, interviews….(Anne’s is here by the way…it’s hot! She didn’t behave. You would know that http://t.co/EEPRC96tsS )
But anyway, for someone like Joanne, this is hard. It’s important to know though, if maybe you are the shy author, aspiring or, in print, maybe Joanne sounds familiar to you and even if she doesn’t this biz of putting yourself out there, is terrifying…is
as opposed to
If Joanne can you can. She has this fabulous advice to give,,,,
I started small, took one step outside of my box and stayed there until I was comfortable being there. And then I take another step. I started doing one blog topic here and there. Interviews are super easy. I don’t have to think. Then I added things like tooting my own horn on Facebook or my author blogs. Now, I’m a member of two group blogs (okay, so one isn’t all that busy). My natural inclination was to back out quietly, but I force myself, so that once a month or so I’m forced to, oh, I don’t know, actually interact with people. Because I’m perfectly comfortable being a hermit.