I have no idea why I titled this post that. It rhymes. I’ve also eaten a lot of Easter candy today and am kinda spazzy at the moment. Lookout, there’s gonna be some rambling. If you’re not in the mood to take a ride with Princess Crazytown, turn back now…
Hi! If you’ve visited my blog before, you’ll notice that a few things have changed. Like…it’s now my website and if you type my full name into your browser, this is where you’ll end up. I know, I know. It took me long enough.
Some authors have their shit together (Zoe Winters, Kait Nolan, Susan Bischoff to name a few) and some do not (Stacey Wallace Benefiel). When I started this whole self-publishing thing a year ago, there wasn’t nearly as much useful information on the internet as there is now and I made a lot of mistakes with branding myself and building my platform. (Sounds like we all work at a ranch.)
There wasn’t an Indie Book Collective or Becoming an Indie Author at my disposal. I didn’t go into this endeavor completely blind, I read everything I could find, but like I said, there wasn’t much. No one was saying, “here are the steps to follow, do these things.”
Therefore, I ended up with a website and a blog that had essentially all the same content on them, an unprofessional Twitter handle and a Facebook fan page that was hard to find because of what I’d named it.
I have two parents, like everyone does. My dad was a research veterinarian for 35 years. (Use Frontline? My parents thank you for their new house.) Because he spent his work life researching and testing, in his home life my dad is impulsive. If, at 11pm at night he desires a banana split, he goes and gets a banana split. He doesn’t consider the consequences of eating a heartburn bomb right before he goes to bed, he just does what he wants to do. On the other hand, my mom is a worrier. She overthinks and considers everyone’s opinion and wants to do what’s best for the group. My parents are a good balance for each other.
But they made me. I’m both hugely impulsive and hugely indecisive. I’ve been known to take off and go to the casino for the day because it’s Tuesday. I’ve also been known to fret over whether or not I should put a chip clip on the leftovers of a bag of steam-in-the-bag corn because I don’t know what method of reheating would be best. In the bag? In a ceramic bowl? Will it burn or be overcooked if I don’t cover it? Who cares? I just won $200 on slots, I could just buy another bag. (Please don’t chastise me for microwaving veggies in plastic bags. I’ve been ingesting Sweet-N-Low for thirty-some years; I think I’m immune to toxins by now. I am made of Diet Coke.)
Getting back on track: When it came to branding and building my platform, I researched to the best of my abilities. I fretted over using my real name or a pen name. I wanted to make sure I was doing things correctly.
But then I just said eff it and started signing up for stuff.
Um, don’t do what I did. A year later I’m still cleaning up my messes. The Facebook page is now named after me (Author Stacey Wallace Benefiel) and my twitter handle is pretty close to my name (Stacey_WB). That left the website/blog melding.
My website is fine, although I never go there except to update it after a new release. Neither does anyone else. It’s kinda boring and blah and I could never really settle on a template. With my blog, I like the template I have and more people cruise by here. There’s some interaction. It also has the preferrable domain. As my sister pointed out, no one is going to type StaceyWB.com into their browser on a whim, they’re going to type my full name.
So, check it out and let me know if you think anything is missing. Meanwhile, I have to go to all my book pages on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords and change the web address. Fun times. I’m saving the task of changing it in all my books for when I go on one of my quarterly re-uploading sprees.
All right, Princess Crazytown is over and out. I talk at you all again later this week when my sugar high has hopefully worn off.