It is starting to really hit me. I wrote a book and it comes out in April. Sure, there are things to do between now and then, but the train is rolling and I am on it. The writing part was challenging…and wonderful. A friend asked recently if it was cathartic and – although I hadn’t considered it before – I’d have to say it was.
But now there’s the other part of the writing process. The part that bridges the writing with the reading. The part where I am expected to say and do the things that people say and do to create the kind of buzz that sells books.
Yuck.
Yes, I have a story. Yes, I would love people to read it. But what is the line between sharing a story and prostituting it? Is my book and my story really the Bigger! Better! Faster! More! story of spring 2010? Do I have the right to cast it as such just to get it read? Is the marketplace for music, theater, art and literature such that we face a choice — big buzz or speaking our stories into nothingness? Is there a way to strike a balance that stays true to the art, the artist and the story?
Would love to hear you on this…
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