It’s hard enough to write a book but it’s even harder to try to promote it. Very successful writers have agents and publishers who do that work for them but for people like me, with a small publisher like Oolichan, it’s not easy. That’s why it’s a wonderful thing to have a friend like Frances (Materfamilias) who has a splendid blog with a great many followers.
I’ve never been a fan of social media but, when I see the effect that someone like Frances can have in connecting with many people and sharing her enthusiasm about what she is reading, writing and thinking, I realize I have to shift my attitude. Which means I am going to try to learn something about social media and see if I can make something of my own sporadic blogging attempts. At least I will try to write more frequently.
Frances is a wonderful writer and I was moved and encouraged by her card to me:
The book is wonderful — I’m already halfway through now and you’re right — there is much in it to alleviate the tears. Most of all, a great big love story, and then the lashings of humour, your examination of words, the literary references, the various geographies. It’s very rich for such a small book. I marvel most at how much work it must have taken to rein in emotions while giving your reader enough detail to make your wisdom on bereavement convincing. Platitudes wouldn’t work, obviously, but neither would overwhelming your reader with the raw personal. Managing to keep that tone, the intimacy of a letter to Mike, knowing we’re reading over your shoulder, that must have been tough, technically and emotionally.
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