You know what I hate more than anything? Marketing. More specifically, I hate trying to sell my books. I know all authors have to do it, but there’s something about hawking my wares that makes me feel like an over-age, skanky hooker working the street and nobody wants to ‘date’ her. I don’t know if other authors feel that way, maybe it’s just me… I love to create, I love to write, but I hate selling it.
There’s only one thing I hate more. When nobody buys what I’m selling. Ouch!
So the one thing I really love is when you get a good book review and that sells the book for you. Or at least helps. At least you’re not the skank in the tight miniskirt standing on the street corner. The reviewer gets to be the hooker.
Well, what all this build up is about is the new book review I just got. It’s for my book “A Perfect Romance” and the review is here. It made me cry. Happy tears. She (I think it’s a she) knows that I’m not just writing fluffy comedy. I have something to say under all that fluff. Anyway, this worm person gave me a fucking awesome review and I hope you go read it and I hope you continue to read her reviews because she really looks deep into stuff. She really gets down into the words, rubs them all over her body, wallows around in them and then tells it like she sees it. She’s pretty awesome (but maybe I just like her because she wrote nice things about me, I dunno.)
Anyway, I’m going to print her review out and sleep with it under my pillow from now on. (oh, who am I kidding, I’m going to dry hump it starting right now.)
So, pardon moi while I tug on my vinyl leopard print miniskirt and tube top, stumble up to your car, lean in your window and say, “Hey, sexy, lookin’ for a date?”
A Perfect Romance