J.A. spent years spilling drinks as a bartender and then stalked people working as a private investigator.
Please welcome J.A. (and don’t worry too much about that stalking thing…I’m sure she gave that up when she started writing).
Writers Want Misery by J. A. Kazimer
If you’re a writer, you’re likely shaking your head, saying, ‘Are you crazy? I want fame and fortune, not misery’.
My response, ‘You’re thinking of the wrong misery’.
The misery I want is the kind Mr. King wrote about in his novel, the kind where a fan loves an author so much she shatters his legs. I could do without the leg shattering, sure, but to have someone love my work so much…
Okay, maybe not that much.
Which brings up an interesting question about writers, privacy, and promotion. Many an author has suggested to me that to promote yourself, you need to engage with your readers. I completely agree. But how much is too much? What is all right to share?
Some authors say, get a PO Box and separate Facebook pages for your work and for your private life. Others suggest you never post anything, anywhere of a personal nature. Don’t talk politics or ethics so you don’t lose readers. But are those readers who are easily offended by my politics, my audience? Should I tell readers what I had for lunch? Or about that mole on my right…
Anyway, the question becomes, how do I engage readers when I can’t or don’t talk about myself or share my viewpoints? Since I’m writing this, you’d think I had an answer, right? Nope. All I know is, I want readers to know me, but leave the leg breaking for the mob. If you have ideas about where the line should be drawn or even experience with stalking or beloved readers, please do share.
In my own experience, a lot of readers’ reactions depend on what the reader read in the first place. Certain genres resonate with certain people. Think about it. Do you think serial killers listen to audiobooks by Danielle Steele while trolling for victims in their white, kidnapper vans? Probably not. I also doubt Oprah reads Chuck Palahniuk, but I could be wrong. I certainly have an eclectic taste in books so she might too (Oprah, if you’re reading this, might I suggest an irreverent fairy tale titled Froggy Style?)
While no one has sent me their bloody ear in a box just yet, I can’t help but think it’s only a matter of time. Only some people are that crazy, and we need to protect those we love from the crazy. On the other hand, most people are great, and want to talk books, TV, movies and other entertainment, and not pickle my brain in a jar.
Therefore, if you’re reading this and thinking, ‘Hmmmm…pickled Kazimer sounds tasty’ please stop reading now, and consider pickling someone a little younger. I’m sure I’m terribly stringy and I probably taste like tofu rather than chicken.
Yet, if you are reading this and want to talk books, TV, movies or other entertainment, welcome to my misery. I’m glad we’re in this together.
Thanks bunches for being here today, J.A. It’s hard to decide where to draw the line on disclosing personal information or remaining a private person. I’ve been very fortunate (so far) as my blogging/Facebook/Twitter friends seem like very nice people (and I do avoid discussing politics). But if I ever run into a profile that makes me think of Annie Wilkes, the Kathy Bates character in Misery, I might just slowly back away…