Oh my, this is rearing its ugly head again. I’ve talked about my feelings on the self promotion thing before and I’ve tried to shake them off, but to no avail. It’s not that I don’t want people to read my book, of course I do. I just don’t want to shove it in their faces.
I have this crazy idea that I should be able to write it, stick it up on Amazon and let people discover it all by themselves. Please don’t all shout deluded fool all at once – I have a headache.
Now, I know that’s not likely to happen so I had a word with a friend who works in marketing. I thought he might come up with some subtle ways to promote that don’t involve, well, me.
He didn’t! It seems Brett doesn’t do subtle. One of his more decorous ideas was to get a T-shirt printed with the book cover and my website address on the front.
Now, Brett is a good salesman. He’s enthusiastic, he’s optimistic, and could probably sell me a pair of stiletto shoes (anyone who knows me will be aware that no one else could give me a pair of stiletto shoes, not even if they offered me their house to take them.) Anyway, with my judgement seriously impaired by Brett’s exuberance, I agreed to give it a go and the T-shirt arrived today.
Hmm! I’m well known for the odd wardrobe malfunction but my book on my boobs!! What was I thinking?
Brett, seriously boet. No!
Back to the drawing board, I guess.