This morning, while walking to drop off my little one at
Nursery, I found a £1 coin on the floor. While part of me was happy at the
luck, the more sarcastic bit of my brain (one which has grown in recent years)
said ‘charity for a weekend of mixed results.’
Now, to clarify and expand on that remark.
This weekend (rather from Friday until Monday) was the free
giveaway event for The Cicada and the Deep, Deep Dark. I had planned the event
from some time now, and had proceeded to promote the event quite enthusiastically
via word of mouth, Twitter and a Facebook events page. The FB events page had
over 500 people invited by the end of it, between those I originally sent
invitations to (about 380 people on my friends list) and those invited by other
friends who shared the promotional poster I made for the event (actual
attendees was about 10-12%. Roughly what I expected.) I tweeted about the
upcoming event regularly, and by that I mean once every couple of days in the
week prior.
I was feeling pretty good about it and looking forward to
spending a positive frantic 4 days on FB and Twitter rallying the troops and
trying to get to that magical number I conservatively set to try to beat (NOT David
McGowan’s 19,122, but rather just the 122).
But life, as we all know, has a way of resetting the
goalposts mere seconds after the ball leaves your foot.
Midweek, my grandfather-in-law passed away. It was tragic
news for my wife and her family. I had known him for close to a decade and
considered him pretty much family. His health had not been the best the past
few months, and although it was in the horizon, his passing was still something
difficult to take in.
I offered my wife to drive over to her home town in
Nottinghamshire for the weekend, departing on Friday, and knowing full well
that this would pretty much mean I would either do very little promoting or
none whatsoever.
In hindsight, perhaps I should have opted for that last one.
But I had already established a rudimentary rapport with
some potential readers, and it would have been seen are rude if I simply disappeared
from Social Media altogether during this event.
I also didn't think it appropriate to make mention of the passing
of my grandfather-in-law at the time as a reason for backing away from the
event.
I was therefore between the proverbial Sharp Rock and
Abrasive Hard Place.
And inevitably it led to a tense weekend where I struggled
to be in any one frame of mind.
Friday was the trip to Notts, which took about three hours.
I was able to tweet at the rest stop, and then some time during the evening,
but the mood was understandably heavy at my in-laws.
The following day I spent the early afternoon at the
Hucknall High Street Bonanza with the family,
Followed by a trip to my
grandmother-in-law to help build a new shed for her.
While my mind selfishly
drifted back and forth about just asking my wife to let me go back home to work
on the promotion of CDDD I soon found myself entertained by the hopelessness of
the antics of trying to build the shed between my mother, father and brother-in-law
and myself.
In the pouring rain.
With rubbish instructions.
And parts that did not fit or resemble anything on the
instructions.
I must admit I’ve never quite heard my in-laws use the word ‘screw’
so many times as Saturday.
I felt bad because looking back on it in my mind, I often
found myself stuck to my mobile phone tweeting while in the middle of what was
essentially family time.
Sunday, there was again no respite from activity, as we
decided (a bit of a Royal ‘we’ there) to take our son to White Post Farm (in
all fairness, though, WPF is a fun place to go to). Amidst being harassed by
chickens while eating our sandwiches, I once again turned to Twitter.
This became a theme for the weekend, if you could sort of
imagine.
Lots of family activity.
And Oh, Look! Mario on his phone burning the battery while
trying to convince someone in Jakarta or Singapore to download a free copy of
CDDD before the promotion finished.
This was probably best encapsulated when I was watching some
of the photos my father-in-law took of the WPF trip yesterday before we left
back for home. In a sequence of three or four photos, there was my wife, happily
chasing after our son, while at the edge of the photo, sat on a small poof on
his mobile phone tweeting to the people of China to download CDDD without
paying attention to anyone was daddy.
It made me feel horrible as a father and a husband.
I was a miserable git the whole weekend.
I pretty much gave it all up after seeing that photo and said to myself 'I'll take it up tomorrow and see what the results were.'
The download numbers didn't particularly fill me with the
sort of ‘oomph!’ that would make me think of making the cover for my first novel look like the covers done by all the great modern writers:
It started promisingly, with 38 downloads on Friday, but I
couldn't quite capitalize on the momentum of the first day, and while there
were still downloads the other three days, the never did reach the lofty
heights of 38 again.
Total tally for the weekend: 82 downloads, which if you add
to the previous promotion ran a month ago makes it 115 free copies downloaded.
Still short of the 122.
If anything, this should be a learning experience for me.
Social media as a promotional took requires an amazing amount of preparation
and organisation. It was staggering to see the amount of tweets I had to send
for what were probably minimal returns.
Did I send the right tweets?
Did I target the right people to tweet to?
Did the right people retweet it?
Did those who retweeted my tweet ACTUALLY go to the link and
download CDDD?
Did I tweet enough times during the event?
Did I tweet too much? (I was told by someone I did not tweet
nearly enough. I am fairly sure I sent
out
close to 100 tweets this weekend)
Did I use the right links?
Was the poster effective?
Should I have been on Facebook more often?
Should I have joined more Facebook groups?
It all amounted to a massive headache. I genuinely just want
to get back to writing the rest of the story line for the novel which is where
CDDD comes from.
And I wish I had a Literary Agent. :-(
To those of you who downloaded the book this weekend and who
participated with such vim and vigour during the event posting on Facebook and
Twitter, my most sincere and humble thanks. While I may whinge that downloads
were not as plentiful as I wished, the fact that you good folk were willing to
download CDDD and give it a read means the world to me and I’m pretty sure to
Colette as well. You are the reason why this weekend is in many ways a success
(no matter what the previous rant said).
Now, if you liked the story, spread the word to your
friends.
And if you didn't like the story, tell me why you didn't.
:-)
Oh, and in the end, I decided a pound was a pound, be it
luck or charity and it means I can get a cup of coffee at work (which I did).
Oprah, if you are reading this, I hope you read the book and
I hope you liked it. ;-)


