No, I’m not really a promoter, I’m a writer. But I just
completed and published a 444 page novel. And, since I’m not one of those
award-winning-big-publisher writers who has a team of people promoting me
– though I do get great support from my
excellent Indie publisher, Guernica Editions – promotion is currently a
full-time job for me, getting the bookings, showing up for them, soliciting
reviews and interviews, pumping myself up on social media every day. A book can
take years to research and write, but it does come to an end, while promoting that
book is an infinite task. For a person like myself, who loves completions, promotion
is a constant preoccupation!
First thing is waking up and figuring out just exactly
where I am. I move about a lot – Canadian west coast, Toronto, Cuba, UK. I
frequently wake to that interesting moment of dislocation, especially out of a
dream where I might be in the middle of a war-torn city, or floundering in the
ocean with no shore in sight. An attempt to get out on the wrong side of my
home-base bed results in collision with a red wall.
The usual moves – draw the curtains, look at the rain, open
the damper on my woodstove, feed it some kindling to get it going again, then a
couple of larger logs. CBC news and weather. A walk along the ocean-front, then
around the block to home, muddy driveway, fill the wheelbarrow with firewood,
trundle it to the backdoor. Breakfast. Computer station. Existential questions.
Why write? To process and understand what’s happened in my life. Why keep on
promoting? A book is like a child. It must be pushed forward into the world,
encouraged every day.
Keep feeding the fire. Ignore or field the phone calls,
according to call display.
On a writing day – smaller projects now as I recover from
the last opus – keep the faith, override the negative thoughts, try not to get
lost down blind alleys or, more often, fascinating pathways springing up on
either side of my main highway thoughts. I am one who can juggle two major
plots with multiple subplots and end up lost in the maze.
A snowstorm of papers surrounds me with doodles and color
codes connecting the text. Who needs privacy? No-one but me could ever make
sense of these notes.
Problem is – when to stop – pace yourself, I’m told, but I
confess I am a workaholic.
After an early supper I drive over to the studio where I’m
recording an audiobook of said large novel – Mad Hatter – set in WW2 UK, full
of regional accents, and with an Irish narrator. We record and edit as we go,
another 25 pages. This is going to take a long time. It’s fun and totally
absorbing, like doing a radio show every night.
By 1030pm I’m home, winding down with a glass of red – and
then to bed beside a pile of to-be-read books. Another great day!
Amanda Hale has published four novels, two poetry
books, and two collections of stories set in Cuba. She won the Prism International prize for creative
non-fiction for The Death of Pedro Iván, and has twice been a finalist for
the Relit Fiction award. Her novels and stories have been translated into
Spanish and presented at the Havana International Book Fair. Hale is the
librettist for an original opera – Pomegranate
– set in ancient Pompeii, premiered in Toronto June 2019.
Thanks Rob, for the opportunity to share a slice. This is a great Blog List you have!
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