Marketing Market

The past couple of days have been filled with working on my client’s marketing strategy, making contact with various areas, and getting really frustrated with Scribd. It appears that no matter how many times I hit send for my confirmation email – as I’d updated my information – the stupid email won’t send. “Check your spam folder” is their FAQ advice. And what if you don’t have a spam folder? What if your email box is spam free because you don’t use that particular email often and in public, so you don’t even run a filter? Then I guess you’re SOL because your emailed pleas for help to the email address they give go unanswered. It’s rather disheartening, because this means I can’t use Scribd as a full resource until they get their act together.

There are perks to having my time taken up by this, though. I’ve also managed to market some of my own things. (Because I’m evil like that.) And even though I originally had not planned to do it, I’ve taken a look at perhaps finding small distribution for 10 Confessions & A Kiss. I mean, other than going to Coldcut – who seem niced enough when they took on Akashik years ago even though I look at that comic and wince. From pain.

The kind of pain you get when your brain cramps because you need to fix that storytelling up, and you need it now. The kind of pain that sends nurses running for a liberal dose of morphine. The kind of pain…. yeah. You get it.

I just think my chances of getting 10 Confessions into Coldcut are slim. I also think those who get the Coldcut catalog would be sloughed with notices from a lot of other handmade comics (i.e. minicomics) around 10 Confessions… and it wouldn’t be noticed very well. That’s what happened before with other things.

So I happened across someone who seems to make a living at being a traditional door to door salesman. I think the proper term here is “agent”. I have emailed him, thinking to myself if I can just get him to take on 10 I will be content with 3 little stores. I’m not greedy when it comes to 10, although I should be being as I chose the more traditional route for its publication. But you see, I also don’t want to spend all my time handling a book that doesn’t pay my bills and having my bill time cut into. It’s a real problem.

Oh well, I’m terrible at making pitches anyway. So one or the other, we carry on and I’ll carry on. Chapter 2 is getting very close to getting done, and this means I’m very close to having another Kickstarter campaign. In the meantime, the printer told me the chapter one books will be on their way to me soon.

Yes, I know you’re supposed to make these by hand. Just typing this post is killing me. My days by the photocopier are sinking in the west, I’m afraid. C’est la print. 🙂

Trait of Honor Excerpt 8

“Take a good look,” the angel said. “Norms aren’t supposed to see any of this. You could be killed for less.”

“So why aren’t you killing me right now?”

“I couldn’t care less anymore what you see,” she replied. “So you’re seeing the inside of a personal air craft. What’s the big deal? After we get away, I might even teach you to drive it if you like.  Watch yourself.” She turned, hitting a button, and the ramp closed with a sleek motion.

He felt the ground fall away as the craft lifted into the air. His stomach sank to his knees and his skin turned green.  There was another chair next to hers. He sank into it stiffly, trying not to look as sick as he felt. Her eyes glanced over him in a dismissive manner; her entire focus was in guiding the strange craft through the sky.

“I’m afraid I’m not a very good driver,” she murmured apologetically. “I don’t get that much practice.”