I haven’t updated the blog since November 21st and haven’t been marketing my novels, and sales have suffered as a result. I’ve just been frustrated with the marketing aspect of writing. It’s always push, push, push Williams, (points if you get that reference) with very little reward. I didn’t expect to get Stephen King level sales right off the bat, but I’d hoped to do better than I have.

Reviews and critical praise have been wonderful, and I really and truly appreciate every fan I have. A writer (at least this writer) thrives on knowing he’s being read, and so more than anything I just want more readers.

So how can I do that? If you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them.

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  1. I know it is always an uphill battle, isn’t it? Marketing is always one of those awful bedfellows that we whore ourselves out to in order to get the story told. I don’t have much good advice, but I admire you for keepin’ on keepin’ on. Having the blog moving out material regularly is a good place to start, as well as adding to your follower roster as much as possible. You are awesome! Hang in there!

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