I know it’s the silly season out there and everyone’s frantically SELLING. But are you? Are you really?
Stop and think. Just a moment. It’ll help your sales. I promise!
- If you invite me to Like a page, have you found mine and Liked it? Or had any interaction with me? I’m not going to fill up my feed with people whose only message is BUY! BUY! BUY! (Unless you’re excited about my new releases. Frenzied enthusiasm for my books is highly encouraged.)
- My twitter feed is my real estate. I want followers who read in English. Because I write books. In English.
- If you cannot post in my language, odds are high that I’ll ignore you. Just as you will never read this because it’s not in YOUR language.
- Men – I am not here to find a date. This will become more obvious when I have cover art plastered on my various social media sites. I don’t care about the pictures you’ve copied from other people’s sites. The guys I write about are far more exciting than anything you can invent. That’s why I’m the writer.
- There’s a special level of Hell for the spammers who tag me trying to sell junk via the click farms. Expect to be summarily executed by whatever blocking mechanism is available to me.
- Finally, do not be offended or drop me if I select “Cannot Go” or RSVP in the negative for your event. Even if I had full time staff in every time zone, it would be physically impossible to attend everything. I go out of my way to try and support people who have supported my efforts.
Courtesy is the prince of virtues. Let’s practice it and be kind to one another.
With “An Unlikely Hero” in developmental edit and the copy edit scheduled, it’s time to see about cover art and all the other myriad details that go into publishing a book. Road trip!
Thousands of romance writers will converge on the Marriott Marquis at Times Square next week for the national convention. I wonder if anyone has warned the Naked Cowboy?!
This morning I woke to find myself locked out of my Facebook account. As I scan in various forms of ID to try to prove to the monolith that I’m truly me, I’m thanking the malicious spammer for providing the impetus I needed to go ahead and take this site live.
It may not be pretty. I might not have all the pages populated or the pretty pictures that I planned. But I own the domain. I control the information. And I’ll be spending my time, effort and money here. Where I decide what gets seen, boosted or accessed.
I can only imagine the havoc this might have had if the timing were different. If I were in the midst of a publicity campaign for my upcoming books.
Thanks to some malicious excuse for a human, I learned a valuable lesson. My posts will originate from this site. My publicity will originate from this site. And my buy links, when the books go live, will be on this site. I am never again leaving myself or my career at the mercy of a corporate monolith where anyone can knock my business offline at the press of a key.
My abject apologies to the authors whose campaigns I was boosting, the loops I’ve suddenly dropped from in mid conversation, and the people suddenly having to link via our professional organizations, email, and other means. It’s an inconvenience, I know. All because some malicious excuse for a human being decided to get their anonymous jollies at my expense. Lesson learned.