A while back I came up with a promotional plan for Catskinner’s Book, a kind of a blue sky project that I didn’t really expect to work.
There’s a recording artist that I like, and I found that he had done some audiobook work, and so I contacted him via his Facebook page and asked him if he would be interested in doing another.
I didn’t really expect an answer, but he did answer, and I sent him the book. He was interested in the project and we talked about studio and production costs. I looked into making a Kickstarter project, looked into the costs of making the rewards, and I think it’s feasible.
The next part was to make a video. As it happens I know someone who produces video professionally, and I went to his place, set up the camera, and shot me talking about my book and the project and why people should invest.
Here’s the problem. I look terrible on video, and I talk like an autistic orc who is trying to do a Kasey Kasem impression while on quaaludes. In all my years of linguistic studies I have never encountered a word for how bad I look. Seriously. And then some.
So my friend did some heroic editing and got the video to just really really bad. Then we decided to sit on it for a while and pray for divine inspiration.
That was this past week, and I drowned my sorrows in sonnets to avoid thinking about the problem.
Today I decided that I’m going to do the launch anyway. I mean, we could work on this video for another month and maybe get it to really bad. Or, if fate smiles, maybe all the way to just bad. Maybe.
I haven’t got a month. I haven’t got another week. I have been fighting the screaming panic for a while now, and if I don’t move forward on something, it’s going to win. I have decided to do some paid promotion, and if I am going to do the Kickstarter project then it would make sense to get it launched before I do the promotion, so I can direct people to that site as well.
So, if I’m going to go ahead with the audiobook project, I have to do it before the paid blog tour. And I have to do the paid blog tour soon, or I’m just going to give up and dig a deep hole, crawl inside, and pull it in after me.
I feel like I’m climbing a rock face, and hanging on by my fingertips. I have to either go forward or drop off.
It was touch and go for a while, but I’ve decided on forward.