Thursday, August 4, 2011
On Learning the Art of Self-Promotion
Embarrassment flamed through my body like it should have been a vintage race car a la Grease, and we were racing for pink slips.
I hate being in front of people, explaining something, talking about myself, or in other words, pretending to seem intelligent and interesting.
Most of the time I don't feel like I'm any of those things, and I especially never felt that way as a kid.
Now, I'm an adult, a mother, a wife, a photographer, and an author of two separate novels. One YA and one contemporary.
And I have to promote myself.
That means I have to put myself out there, stand up in front of the proverbial class and explain something, share something, and this time it's even more important and embarrassing than it was the first time all those years ago. Now it's done not just in person, but across dozens of different Social Network platforms. It's done via blog, Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Email, LinkedIn, and others I can't even remember.
I'm not just sharing something I was given or bought. I'm sharing a part of myself. Hours of worry, sleepless nights, late dinners, and sweat. A part of my soul, my heart, my hopes and dreams, all combined into something a person could say, 'Eh, not interested. Not good enough."
It's a terrifying prospect.
But, I have to do it, and do it well.
I don't want to push myself on people who won't be interested or will be turned off by the salesman's approach, but I don't want to be so lax nobody will take me seriously. There is such a fine line, and I'm not sure where it even begins, but I know I'll find it.
When I do, I'm going to rock that line like an Earthquake.
So where do I begin?
Any ideas? I'm open to suggestions.