Twice a year, I receive a royalties check. (Royalties = the author’s portion of profits from sales of a book.) But don’t start scanning the sidebar for books I have written and published. I haven’t. These royalties are my ongoing inheritance. Twice a year, each year, I get money from sales of a book my mother started writing before I was born.
My mother died in 2005. But her publisher, Sasquatch, recently released a 40th anniversary edition of her book, The Encyclopedia of Country Living. In the banner on the corner it says, “over 750,000 copies sold.”
What would you give, to leave a legacy like that?
Today I am going to take a page — not exactly out of my mother’s book, but out of her life — and share a recipe for building a writer’s platform. One that could sell 750,000 copies of a book over 40 years.
But wait, is this relevant today? I mean, an author from the 1970’s? Things were totally different in those days. Weren’t they?
Actually, I don’t think so. I think it is a definitive attribute of our era that we tend to think we are the only ones. We tell each other how things are so different for writers now. “Social networking has changed the game! We have to self-promote and self-market! Today’s writers are different creatures!”
I don’t think so.
I grew up with a professional writer having to promote herself. And in this year+ that I’ve been blogging, I’ve watched a bunch of professional writers promote themselves.
I’m sorry to burst anybody’s bubbles, but the similarities by far outweigh the differences.
My mother never used Twitter, but she had to craft her message into a form that was easily digestible and repeatable to others. My mother never used Facebook, but she had to connect with individual people in an authentic way. My mother never courted blog followers, but she had to stay in touch with the people who supported her. She had to give, and receive, and give back, just like we do.
I believe this old-fashioned recipe is still pretty much the thing. In 2014 as in 1974.
Here are the ingredients.
Some people call this “quality.” It’s the part where your work reaches through the page or through the screen and touches people. Maybe it’s because you have something in your words that other people are looking for. Like God, maybe. Or a recipe for vegan banana muffins. Maybe it’s because your writing is so transparent (and you guys, this is really only achieved by skill) that your human soul shows through no matter what you’re writing about. Maybe it’s because you have the skills to create full escape from reality: fixing up the details and edges of a story so the reader hardly falls out of it at all. Maybe all of the above.
My mom offered the world something that the world wasn’t getting enough of. It was a set of tangible skills for another way of life, for those who felt our societal “normal” had become destructive to the earth and to our own spiritual health. It was snapshots of her messy, interior process, revealing herself dealing with issues that everybody deals with. And it was a story people could believe in.
This is the first ingredient, in this old-fashioned recipe (and remember, I said, some people call this “quality”). It is the attraction, the lure, the reason people attach themselves to you.
Something of value is transmitted by the author and received. There is contact.
My mother published her own work. She sold her work one buyer at a time. And then she got discovered and was paid a six-figure advance by a publisher. Then the decade turned, and everybody forgot about her, and she started all over again. It was excruciating for me, when I was a teenager. She drove across the country, over and over and over again, going to meager gatherings, offering friendship to odd and scattered fans. She still put on her “author” face, even for a single person. She performed, even for an empty house. I didn’t realize she was planting seeds for a genuine comeback.
It may be that this is an ingredient you can’t manufacture. It may be that either you want it badly enough, or you don’t. I don’t know. I don’t know exactly where it comes from. But I do know the recipe doesn’t work without it.
The motivation, the inspiration, the cause to keep going in the times of lean as well as the time of plenty. Perseverance.
This is also called “courage” or “brave” or “fearlessness” or “unashamed.” Look at all our #oneword365 New Year’s Resolution words, across a hundred bloggers, and you’ll find a hundred versions of it. (Mine, this year, is “ambition.”) To build a writer’s platform, you have to beat the enemy. You have to beat whatever that thing is that wants to shut you up.
My mother had an idea for a book. She wrote it herself, sold it herself, printed it herself, carried it around and sold it person to person. Sure, that was a lot of work. And it was a lot of keeping on, keeping on. But most of all it was a lot of guts.
To promote herself? To tell people that they needed to listen to her? She had to break all the modesty rules. And in the process she made friends. But also she had to struggle, to make space for her voice, and for herself and for her message.
This is what a lot of literary agents call “marketing skills.” These are the “showing up” skills. They’re all about audacity.
In my experience and observation, there is nothing particularly easy about building a writer’s platform. Not in the 1970’s and not in 2014. There may be quick, get-rich solutions, and there may be a great deal of luck, but then and now I’ll trust my mother’s recipe. I don’t think social networking has changed the game as much as we sometimes think it has.