Don't know why I always come back to referring to that damned save the children ad whenever I want to push a book. Because even I know:
Save the starving children =/= Buy Summer's book.
A wide-eyed youngster staring up at you from the page in the New Yorker, wondering why she's had to endure so much suffering. I wonder when the last time they used that very effective blackmailing method in their ads? It has to be at least 20 years, right?**
Begging and Pathos is not working for me. NO ONE IS COMMENTING over at that blog. And the hideous realization that this is only the Monday of a week of promo? Is making me whimper like a kid who has to pee and just realized he's got to wait 76 miles for the next exit. Unlike the starving children, that particular example does seem to fit. )
Buy a book = let poor Ralphie out of the car to pee in the bushes
At twitter I promised no attempts at guilt. No such luck here.
LOOK! There's the excerpt. Did I mention there's also an interview with me over there? And if you comment on either between now and Friday, you can win a book.
Next up, I'll be nagging you to visit Samhain's blog where I post tomorrow morning. I'll make that post entirely original and funny and filled with poignant pith. Yup. And then there's a chat at noveltalk on Wednesday. I'll bribe you with whatever it takes. Pride? Who needs pride? I have a goddamn ebook to flog.
**TANGENTIAL UPDATE: I went looking for references to that particular "turn the page" ad campaign, and the only direct reference I could find, after searching a couple of pages of google, was this book called Compassionate Fatigue by Susan Moeller I wonder if using guilt to get money started to backfire on them? People resent being told they're heartless. Or it became such an overused phrase?