Yup, this is the end of the blog. I came to this decision way way back in February, so it's not a surprise to me. I wasn't sure how far I'd get this year. I actually copied and pasted a whole bunch of old blog posts for Tuesdays thinking I'd run out of stuff for Two Cent Tuesdays, but I managed to hang in there until pretty much the end, so yay me! A lot of the book reviews I just copied off my book review site, picking them at random and dumping them on so I wouldn't need to bother coming up with new reviews unless there was something new I thought worthy of writing a review about. Pretty much all the Everyday Heroes I dug up back in February; the same for the Comic Captions, though I added a few Marvel ones later in the year when I started to use that site. The Phony Photos obviously I ran at the start of the year. So a large chunk of the blog has been running on autopilot for about 10 months. Which really people who complain they can't post often enough (ahem, Rusty) just find some time one day early in the year and bang out a whole bunch of posts for the year!
Anyway, since this blog isn't selling many books for me, there's no reason to continue it. I'm not sure what I ever did wrong, but it never could get much beyond the five or so people who regularly frequented the Grumpy Bulldog Blog.
What I can say is the grand social experiment here failed. I'm sure most of it is I'm not a salesman. I never have been. I never will be. And I can't really abide small talk either. Some of the worst people in my book are those who have to yell "Morning!" and "How ya doin'!" at everyone and God forbid you don't answer them back they'll repeat it even louder like the fate of the fucking world rests on you exchanging stupid pleasantries with them despite that they don't even know my name and obviously have no fucking interest in how I'm doing. Even worse are the idiots who have to say, "Hey Patrick!" if I'm in a two block radius of them, no matter if I'm looking at them or not, as if it's some big accomplishment they can remember the name that's on two placards by my desk. Honestly about 90% of human interaction is absolutely pointless. I haven't any idea why we have to engage in these stupid games except stupid people can't stand to be alone with their thoughts.
So you can imagine I don't like going to 300 blogs a day and saying "Thanks for sharing!" on the off chance you might come read my blog and say "Thanks for sharing!" back. By the same token I don't like going to a blog and not having much of anything beyond that to say. Some of you could help me out there by having better posts! Except the people whose blogs I frequented regularly; they obviously passed muster.
I know, I'm not sociable. That's why I'm a fucking writer, people! So I can sit at my table at Arby's with my big noise-cancelling headphones on and type on my netbook and tune the rest of the world out. Which really this is always the dumbest part of the system to me. When I was just getting started, I thought you'd just be able to get an agent and they'd do all that marketing bullshit for you. But that's not what an agent does at all, apparently. I'm not sure what they really do or why we really need them except publishers don't want to be swamped with millions of shitty query letters. Basically I think I just needed the money to hire a publicist and an intern to do all this PR shit I can't stand.
I kind of had this idea after it got accepted by a "publisher" that the Scarlet Knight series would be an easy sell. I mean the two top grossing movies in 2012 were superhero movies. In 2013 superhero movies were 2 of the top 3 in the "summer" season and I'm pretty sure "Iron Man 3," "Man of Steel," and "Thor 2" were all in the Top 10 for the year. But those are all established characters, some for 75 years now. And they're put out by multi-billion dollar conglomerates who can advertise everywhere.
I thought female readers (who make up the majority of readers) would appreciate a female superhero who isn't just boobs stuffed into a leotard. I suppose first female readers would have to know the book exists. When your "publisher" does nothing for you and you don't have the means to do much advertising yourself that becomes problematic. Three of seven Amazon reviews are presumably written by women and two of those only gave it 3 stars. Probably they would have liked it better if she just stood around sighing and let some dudes with six-pack abs save her. Your loss, ladies.
Anyway, before this turns completely into the last part of that Eminem song "Stan" (though I'll have you know I don't have any girls tied up in the trunk of my car), I'll just wrap this up. Thanks for reading, those who did. What a long, strange trip it's been.
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