As I'm sure you're aware by now, the new Markhat book will be released Tuesday (the 28th).
In case you're one of the remaining six Amazon hunters who somehow escaped my one-man media blitz, here's the link to Amazon"
THE DARKER CARNIVAL
And I promise that's the last bit of self-promotion I'll indulge in today.
Which is a relief to you and, perhaps surprisingly, a relief to me as well.
I'm not comfortable hawking my books over and over. I feel obligated to, but it's not a part of the job I enjoy. My preferred method of marketing is to write the book and (hopefully) sell it to a publisher and then start writing another book, with occasional glances at the sales numbers followed by bouts of inconsolable weeping.
But of course that flies in the face of conventional publishing wisdom, which states 'FLOG THAT BOOK SON FLOG IT OVER AND OVER AND THEN SOME MORE AND WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING?"
But I'm tired of that. First, because I'm not sure self-promotion does anything but annoy people, and second, because I'm quite sure self-promo bloody well annoys me.
I'll probably post a gentle reminder when the book actually goes live on the various markets, and of course when the print version hits the stands, but that's all.
It's the noise. Last time I checked, Amazon along adds something like 30,000 new fiction titles to their catalog every month. Thirty thousand new books.
Thirty thousand new books each being held aloft by another desperate author, each trying, it seems, to out-shout the other 29,999 bellowing hopefuls.
Everyone's words are lost in the cacaphony. It;s just a dull roar now, like distant thunder. "Buymybookbuymybook."
Thunder is loud, and it can wake you from a deep sleep, but as a marketing vehicle it's useless.
If you do buy the book, I sincerely hope you enjoy it.
And that's my marketing pitch for the day, the week, the month, and the year.
HATSI have decided to bring back hats.
Because, as the good Doctor once noted, hats are cool.
To me, hats evoke a bygone era in which people got dressed. Not just for special occasions, but because it mattered how you presented yourself to the world. A gentleman, even a working man, had standards. Not just for dress, but for decorum as well. I miss those days. And yes, I am about three months from the day I begin to shake my fist and yell "You kids get off my lawn!"
I have a John Bull top hat. But you, gentle readers, get to help me decide which style of hat I get next, by voting on the comments section. Here are your choices:
1) The Fedora.
Why a fedora? Because it's a fedora. Markhat wears a fedora. Sam Spade wore a fedora. It's a timeless classic, which debuted much earlier than the 1930s it has come to symbolize.
2) The Derby.
If you were suddenly transported to the frontier Wild West, you'd see the cowboys wearing derby hats, because the ten-gallon cowboy hat is largely a Hollywood invention. I still think they're cool, and they go with everything from modern styles to full-on steampunk cosplay.
3) The Ivy Cap.
Less formal than either of the hats above, this is a good autumn cap. I just like it, I have no idea why.
So, those are the choices! Vote below, and pretty soon I'll post pics of the winning hat being worn on my very own Standard Default head.
Take care, everyone!