Have you ever heard the saying, “A writer can work anywhere in the world.” This is the great thing about being a writer, our work comes with us when we travel or when we decide to live.
Now before you pack up your bags and run off to the Bahamas, please think about what living in another country can entail. There are things that will greatly affect your life as you work at being a writer in a different country.
The biggest part that will impact you will be if you are an English writer in a non-English-speaking country. If you dare to try there will be wall after wall placed in front of you while you try to accomplish your dream.
To give you an idea here is my life…
I am the author of Love, a romance novel dealing with the aspects of being a man in love with a woman who strives to change him. Yes, that is a simplified version of the story but only for brevity’s sake.
Now, what are the wall in my way. Well I live in Japan. As we all know Japanese people speak Japanese and while there is a huge market here for English lessons there is not so much of a market for English novels.
The Second wall in my way is the fact that I chose to live in a scenic part of the country. Beautiful mountains, great air, awesome people… translation. I live in the boondocks, the middle of no-where and while there are benefits to living where I do, this location makes my writing career a lot more difficult.
But do not give up hope. There is always the gift of the internet, which is a godsend to people in my situation. But how can we have faith in the internet when people make comments like, “Marketing your book on twitter and social media is the shotgun effect.” Roughly translated this means that readers will come but they will be far and wide from where they come. Reviews for your work will be rare and much harder to garner.
There are also people who in a very condescending demeanor when they make comments such as, “Well, just go to a book fair and go to books stores and do signings.” Which is all well and good if you live in an English speaking country and or have the funds to be able to stock up a decent supply of books to head on over to your local books store and the ones in nearby cities.
That comment is usually followed by, “Sacrifices need to be made in order to make your dream come true.” Some cannot be made, especially if you are below the poverty line and work puts food on the table for your family.
Well then you get to the point I am trying to make. Screw the people who look down on you for only using the internet. We, and yes I am in the same boat, must use the internet wisely to promote our work. Yes, we may have a harder road and yes we may have to push our books harder on social networks. But, we must make our voices heard. Stay tuned for my next post where I work through using smart tools to help you run your own promotion across a network like tweeter.
Now please enjoy part of my novel Love
A small squeal gave out as I turned in my seat. Humidity brought about a thin layer of moisture to the skin, which just would not let go. My car was out to get me. I strained to survive driving my car every day. The summer was not kind in these evergreen mountains. But then again it never was, there was so much that I hated about summers. My car just added to the pain of it.
People would comment about the beauty and the joy of being able to spend nice camping trips in the surrounding area. I had never been camping before, that is not until meeting her. I doubted that I would ever go again but we never know. Click, the sound boring a hole, deep into my skull, every time I heard it. Click, the sound a reminder, a solid unforgettable reminder, that I had spent money on something that was more of a pleasure than anything of worth.
“Dam windows work,” my yelling did little to move the windows.
A bead of sweat built up on my forehead. My
little sauna of a car with windows that did not roll down. Gremlin, what a piece of shit this car was. But what a name. It was the name which made me buy it figuring the chances would be high that the real ones would never try to harm one of their own. They weren’t. The little bastards turned my little driving box into a lemon overnight.
My skin curled as the bead of sweat worked its way down my face, neck and body. At least I could say that I was working on losing weight. She would have loved the idea of me losing a few pounds, it would have brought a chuckle to her that is if I had dared to
bring her with me. The fates had smiled on me this day though as she had decided to meet me instead of riding with me. Or had they…
Kaoru : In Loves Shadow coming this APRIL