Bashing Down the Walls

Figuratively speaking, that is, I’m bashing down the walls.

If anyone ever thinks the life of a writer is one of ease, of single malt and rambling walks and cheques that arrive in the mail, they’re delusional.

I’ve just spent the morning bashing on Chapters’ doors. Why? It’s one thing for them to carry my books in their online catalogue. Getting my books into that catalogue usually involves about two weeks of constant emails to and nagging of the appropriate people. But having my books listed in the online catalogue doesn’t mean a fan can walk into any Chapters store and find my books on the shelf, or even be able to have staff order the book. Nope, the book can only be acquired through the online catalogue. End of story.

Hence the reason I’m bashing on yet another of Chapters’ doors, trying to get my books listed in their store catalogue. What this will mean, if I succeed, is that I no longer have to supply my books for signings through consignment. A store manager or event coordinator can order the books directly through Ingram at the industry-standard wholesale discount and returns policy. It also means stores can purchase my books for stocking, for signings, or at the request of a customer. There’s no risk to Chapters, or any other bookseller for that matter. If the books don’t sell, they simply return them for refund. I’m the one taking all the risks.

So you think it would be easy. But it’s not. I’ve been bashing at this particular door at Chapters for four weeks now. Been shuffled from person to person. Received as many comments and responses as people, with the only common thread that all of them would rather I took my self-published imprint and books and went very, very far away, despite the culture they’re trying to foster through their Community.

And dealing with independent booksellers is an even deeper experience in frustration and pin-headed thinking. Most of the independents are very quick to decry the advent of the mega-chains, but will do little to help foster the small people like themselves. There is an elitism among the independent booksellers that is quite astonishing, to the point they won’t return phone calls, won’t respond to email. I’ve even sent sample copies and information kits. Nothing. I should try smoke signals. That might work.

So, the short of it is it’s now nearly 3:00 p.m. and I’ve done nothing but attempt to market my book to Chapters, and not written one single new word on the current novel-in-progress.
Do I want a different career? Not a chance. Am I giving up? Are you crazy? Will I bash on those doors again tomorrow. You bet I will.