When an Internet Marketing Strategist Wants to Write & Publish a Book of Blues

How to Publish a Book. Of Blues. Hopefully, is the up-to-the-minute chronicling of the voyage towards writing and publishing the first series of novels. The project goes by code code word Book of Blues. We keep track of it all: ups and downs, pitfalls and providences as we try to stay undeterred along the path to the alleged literary promised land. Included in the chronicles will be the publishing avenues explored, the editorial conflicts that arise as well as the critiques, praises and condemnations of the work, code word Book of Blues.

In addition to the external struggles that come about as a result of the book, Nat Finn & DB Fraizer will also chronicle our collective internal struggles involved with publishing Book of Blues. Internal struggles such as inspirations, insecurities, procrastinations, distractions, the balance between our present careers, dream careers, relationships and goals as well as our instinctual aversion to what could lie ahead, whether it be success or failure, will all be unabashedly visited and revisited. Also chronicled is all the marketing, strategy and promotion that is used to get the branding in position to leverage agents to give the books a fair chance. Those internet marketing strategies include blogging, SEO, SEM & Social Media.

How to Publish a Book of Blues hopefully also will be an archive for the resources and inspirations Nat Finn & DB Fraizer used for Book of Blues as well as for the upcoming sequel, code word Book of Blues Sequel.

We hope you enjoy the read.
If you do, then we know our books are on the right track. Feel free to drop us a comment - text, audio or video - and let us know what we could do or share to help others get published along with us. - Nat Finn

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BakedFinn July 20, 2014

“Some days are diamonds. Some days are stones”

Preface


Song Title: Some Days Are Diamonds
Original Artist: John Denver
Cover Artist: Amos Lee

Lyrics

When you ask how I’ve been here without you
I like to say I’ve been fine and I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth that’s not quite true

Some days are diamonds some days are stone
Some time the hard times won’t leave me alone
Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds some days are stone

Now the face that I see in my mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there’s a danger
In becoming what I never thought I’d be


Sunday afternoon. Sittin’ on the stoop at Chris’ rental, preparing to move his soon-to-be ex-landlord’s washer from the shed back in the house. Aunt Judy’s bus will be here in a couple hours. No one’s told the OldOld Man that she’s possibly moving back to town to be closer to him. I wonder how that’s going to go.

Hi, Dad…’looks like I’m moving?’ What? Nooooo. Beckett (the dog) just wanted to see his grandfather. By the way, can I borrow your couch for a couple months?

The truth is that the OldOld Man got sick the day after I headed back home from the May trip. We kept it off social media and ‘internets till now. We still won’t publicly say what it was – not that it’s top secret – but to say he should be walking without a cane in a few weeks.

His illness, Chris’ moving and Ryan’s wedding account for this elongated stay in Valpo. It’s taken its toll on me. Katie and I ain’t had but a couple days to ourselves in over three weeks because before my two weeks here we spent over a week in Oregon. I still have deadlines that everyone thinks gets accomplished, apparently, by the power of positive thought. I’ve got family complaining I haven’t seen them enough and groomsmen I haven’t seen at all, again. Counting the illness to start the year, the move and the time spent visiting folks, I’m surprised anything’s done. And there’s still 5 days to go.

I’m not sure how others do it

I finally had to say “no” to things just to get in a daily walk. I’m going to pull an all-nighter after we drive down Chris’ vehicles just to get back on a work schedule. I’m thinking a four-pack of 5-hour energy drinks should get me to the OldOld man’s after-dinner visit Monday night.


Update

We backed up the car drive to Wednesday night. A little space to breathe. ‘Not sure if I’m doing the all-nighter. It might not be in my best interest to go to the Atlas Chiropractor Monday night with that level of soreness.


Do startup entrepreneurs not have families? Do they alienate themselves from their friends? The only number that goes through my head anymore is 168 – the number of hours in the week. I don’t get it. I’m waiting for the TV movies to come out to display the domestic horrors stemming from their sacrifices. Steve Jobs wasn’t a saint. Hell, most of my muses and heroes weren’t saints: Dylan, Kierkegaard, Lennon…

It’s a pattern I’m afraid of repeating.

Homer left this part out of the Odyssey

The part where family and friends are the last obstacle in getting home: the good intentions of those who miss you and care for you.


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Meanwhile, my anniversary with Katie is Tuesday and I’m out here.

More and more I can see there’s a danger
In becoming what I never thought I’d be

“Some days are diamonds. Some days are stones”

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