The experiment was wildly successful! In terms of clear results, that is.
I hate being another cliched self-fulfilling prophecy, but I was pretty sure this was going to happen. I did not alienate all my friends with shameless self-promotion. I did not call on favors or debts. My essay referencing my daughter’s short relationship with a lint roller could not compete with the media circus of modern politics (no link necessary). And, therefore, my essay at Sammiches and Psych Meds did not get 2,000 unique views in 30 days. So, my payday is in self-awareness and entirely non-monetary. In fact, in terms of promotional success, my experiment is most like the geyser on the left .
And that’s okay! Because I learned a few things:
- My mom is completely willing to alienate her Facebook friends by sharing my writing on an hourly basis, and I am both personally honored and quietly amazed that she has any friends left.
- I am passive about promoting my own writing and am perfectly, deeply, profoundly comfortable with that.
- My friends, family, and writer buddies pretty much rule.
Thank you all for participating in my experiment. And now, I am off to continue another one, in which I see how many agents I have to query before one picks up my novel.
More on that sooner or later.
I’m hoping for sooner.