Wow! What Must it Be Like to Have a Publicist!

Recently I attended a bookfest with several authors, a great majority self-published or published by a small press like I am. However, one author was there with her books that's published by a major New York house. Because I don't see much mention of her or her books on any of the lists I'm on, I suggested she might want to do a bit more promotion so that more people would know about her mysteries and have the opportunity to read them.

She told me she didn't feel the need since the publishing company had spent $20,000 on a publicist for her latest book. Whew! I can't even imagine that. Obviously, if that much money is being spent, publicity is being generated even though I haven't seen it. I'm guessing maybe ads in the book section of major newspapers and maybe endcap positions in bookstores like Barnes and Noble.

Having neither a big publisher behind me nor a budget for a publicist, I'll have to keep on doing what I'm doing and hope I touch a few readers who might enjoy my books.

I must confess I felt a tad envious. With a publicist doing all the work, I wouldn't have to blog or tweet, read and respond to so many lists, go to mystery cons or speak to Sisters in Crime groups or at libraries. I'd have far more time to write.

But--I wouldn't have the opportunity to meet so many people--people who have become true friends. So, I guess I'll be glad for who I am, the small publishers who have published my books, the groups and libraries who have asked to hear me speak.

Marilyn a.k.a. F. M. Meredith

What Being a Published Author Has Done For Me

Though I've written all my life, starting with short stories when I was a little girl, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform, a magazine for teens, and after I had a family, PTA newsletters and plays for my Camp Fire Girls, I got a late start actually writing novels. Oh, I'd made a couple of attempts earlier in my married life, sent them off, they manuscripts were rejected--once each--and I threw them away. (Dumb, don't ever throw anything away. I could have fixed them later on when I actually knew more about writing.)

Just an aside, my first book that did get published when I was in my late forties was rejected nearly thirty times. I'd learned a lot more about writing and submitting by then and I didn't give up.

Now, twenty-five published books later--mostly mysteries--I can look back and see what being published has done for me. And no, it has certainly not made me rich. At least not rich in a monetary sense. However it has enriched me greatly as far as life experiences.

Traveling to interesting place that I would have never even considered visiting has come about because of attending mystery conventions and writers' conferences: Omaha, Milwaukee, Madison, El Paso, Seattle, Portland, Oklahoma City, Tampa, Orlando,Reno, Las Vegas, Monterey, Idaho, San Antonio, and Alaska twice.

My first time in Alaska I had an exciting adventure traveling to a tiny village in a big Suburban on the frozen river. I also met two young Native women and became friends with them. One of the gals and I exchanged emails and when I went back the second time, I stayed at her house and gave a talk to middle school kids in Wasilla.

Which brings me to the most important thing that being a published author has done for me, making lots of new and wonderful friends. Some have been other writers and some have been readers who have turned into fans of my mysteries. I've also met a lot of people on the Internet because I'm a writer.

Wherever I go now, I know I'll run into someone I've met before or who has read one of my mysteries, or I will meet someone new who will become a friend.

Though the writing is something I feel compelled to do, being published has enriched my life through the wonderful people I've met and spent time with in person and on line.

Marilyn a.k.a. F. M. Meredith