INTROVERTS UNITE (QUIETLY, AND IN YOUR OWN WAY)! By Chris Tebbetts
NOTE: I'm going off-topic this month and putting up an entry that originally appeared on the SCBWI blog last month. It evoked more response than anything I've ever posted, so I thought it might be worth sharing here as well. Enjoy!
Since 2001, when I took my first kidlit writing class with Barbara Seuling (who a lot of SCBWI folks will remember as fondly as I do), Iāve worked on thirty published novels. Of those thirty, twenty-nine have been ghostwritten, work-for-hire, or co-authored.
Which is also to say that twenty-nine of my thirty published books have someone elseās name, and not mine, on the copyright page. But more about that in a minute.
I didnāt set out to become a professional co-author. It just kind of happened that way, through a series of unforeseen opportunities and coincidences. It turns out, though, that I like it. A lot. I like how itās allowed me to write full time. I like the creative synthesis of working with other storytellers. And I really like having high-profile partners who take care of the marketing and promotion end of things. For a prototypically introverted writer like me, thatās no small thing.
All of this has afforded me some experiences that go way beyond the hopeful imaginings of my eighteen-years-ago self. The MIDDLE SCHOOL books Iāve written with James Patterson have sold millions of copies and been made into a movie. I also got to write two trilogies with Jeff Probst, the host of my honest-to-god favorite t.v. show of all time.
So yeah, no complaints.

But what Iāve never doneāuntil nowāis publish a book in the usual way: written on spec, sold through my agent, and with full ownership of the copyright at the end of the day.
That new book is a YA novel called ME, MYSELF, AND HIM, out July 9. Itās a āSliding Doorsā story with parallel narratives that follow my 18-year-old protagonist through two different outcomes from the same inciting incident (an autobiographically drawn episode in which my character breaks his nose huffing whippets behind the ice cream store where he works). The story is one part memoir, a lot of parts fiction, and also the most personal thing Iāve ever written, by far.
That seems appropriate, too, since this is the first time Iām stepping out as a solo act, and, by extension, as the person in charge of selling my own work to its prospective audience. Itās been a whole new experience with a steep learning curveānot just about the business end of publishing, but also in terms of the emotional rigors of doing such a thing.
Thereās a kind of cruel joke in the world of publishing. This is an industry that attracts some large number of people (like me) who thrive on working in quiet isolation, only to then ask them to turn around and shout āLOOK AT ME!ā in the most convincing voice possible when it comes time to share that same work with the world. It tends to bring up an insecurity or two. Or three.
Iāve never needed skin so thick before. Never grappled with the kind of loin-girding that this level of self-promotion requires. And whatās more, I find myself feeling envious of other writers in a whole new way. I obsess about the things my publisher is (and isnāt) doing to promote the book. And Iām constantly measuring my own highs and lows against whatever it is my colleagues seem to be experiencing with their own 2019 releases. (Emphasis on the seems to be, given the slanted reality that is other peoplesā lives on social media.)
Should I even be admitting all of this publicly? Maybe not. As I said, Iām learning as I go. But I also know that talking about it has helped as much as anything. Naming these things out loud has been pretty good at taking away some of their power. Itās also come to show me how much Iām not alone in all of this anxiety.
The more I talk with other authors about this subjectāthe nasty grip of social anxiety in the face of self-promotion; the impossible odds of breaking through the white noise; the āwho am I?ā sting of impostor syndromeāthe more I realize that itās one of the most common themes in the lives of writers. None of that awareness takes away the stress, per se, but there is certainly something to be gained from recognizing it as a shared experience. (And tangentially, let me recommend this article from the Guardian, āEveryone is totally just winging it, all the time.ā https://www.theguardian.com/news/oliver-burkeman-s-blog/2014/may/21/everyone-is-totally-just-winging-it)
The good news is, weāre in the business of shining lights into dark places. We have a unique obligation to our audience, to offer some hope where itās needed, and to show our readers how very much not alone they actually are. And that extends to the way we treat each other as well. My non-writer friends are always commenting to me about how cool it is to see all of my kidlit people on social media, cheering each other on, promoting one anotherās work, and generally making this a wonderful industry to be a part of.
So, even as Iāve dipped my toe into these new waters, and even as Iāve found it to be distressingly chilly at times, Iāve also come to realize that if I raise my head and look around once in a while, Iāll find that Iām not swimming alone.
Not even close.
Congratulations on your new all-you project! You got this. You definitely are not swimming alone!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Irene! I'm glad to know it, be reminded of it, and to bear it in mind moving forward!
DeleteWhat a fascinating post! The promotion part is hard for so many of us. I am NOT an introvert, but I get tired of talking just about me, me, me, me, me - and I'm a technophobe who agonized for a month before creating a Facebook invitation to a book launch (something that turned out to be ridiculously easy). So: congrats on the new book and beaming encouragement to you as you swim!
ReplyDeleteCongrats! And I totally agree--we all go through so many of the same things.
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