A Perilous Margin is now available online, through Amazon’s UK, American and Australian sites. I have plans to send some paperback copies to my favourite Newtown/inner-west bookstores in the hope that community spirit will trump the fact that they have to buy it through Amazon. That is the extent of my marketing plan.
Over the two weeks I have been able to actually write again, write something new and exciting and fresh! It’s been such a relief and I am tempted to just throw all my energy at this new project.
But A Perilous Margin saw me through so many years, and so many wonderful family members and friends have bought copies, and I feel bad abandoning it to the internet to do with as it will.
But what to do? In some ways it does seem futile to try to create interest in it, as I have nothing else available yet for people to read. I hate reading a book, liking it, and then finding the author has written nothing else. I feel somehow cheated.
Maybe it is best to concentrate on the new one, which I already see as an improvement. It too is set in Sydney, not yet Newtown-specific but I think that will come with the next draft. Perhaps I am writing a Newtown series, and maybe that is worth concentrating on.
So much indecision, but I am still in my pajamas after all. If I can’t even decide what to wear, what hope is there?