Nath Jones's Blog - Posts Tagged "love"
Promotions
I wish you guys could see my Hotmail inbox. It's where I send all the promotions. Just now I logged into it, because I need to track down my Apple ID again, lifelong quest.
Right there in the middle of the screen was "Go Green with Lobster Gram!"
Now this inbox is filled with all sorts of stuff: Stonewall Kitchen, Yankee Candle Company, DICK's Sporting Goods, The Saint Paul Hotel, credit cards, real estate agents,--you name it. I mean, we're talking seriously 26,170 unread messages and I purge, delete, archive, sweep this thing fairly frequently. So I'm not singling out Lobster Gram. I have nothing against them.
But. I'm telling you right now. Lobster Gram? Really? Come on. How many repeat customers do you think Lobster Gram gets? I'm sorry. But even if they have the email address I used in high school Lobster Gram is a one-time thing.
Plus. These companies really do not seem to get it that maybe I do not want to be reminded of my ex-husband's favorite uncle's fiftieth birthday every time I open my inbox. Am I right?
Okay. Fine.
Well. So. Here I'm about to go sell my book, right? And. I need to take this effort seriously, because I'm out of a job. (Dude, we seriously need some sales with this one.)
Anyway. So. As always I will make a personal attempt to toe the line between making sure you guys know these books have been written and incessant screaming into the deaf ear.
Right there in the middle of the screen was "Go Green with Lobster Gram!"
Now this inbox is filled with all sorts of stuff: Stonewall Kitchen, Yankee Candle Company, DICK's Sporting Goods, The Saint Paul Hotel, credit cards, real estate agents,--you name it. I mean, we're talking seriously 26,170 unread messages and I purge, delete, archive, sweep this thing fairly frequently. So I'm not singling out Lobster Gram. I have nothing against them.
But. I'm telling you right now. Lobster Gram? Really? Come on. How many repeat customers do you think Lobster Gram gets? I'm sorry. But even if they have the email address I used in high school Lobster Gram is a one-time thing.
Plus. These companies really do not seem to get it that maybe I do not want to be reminded of my ex-husband's favorite uncle's fiftieth birthday every time I open my inbox. Am I right?
Okay. Fine.
Well. So. Here I'm about to go sell my book, right? And. I need to take this effort seriously, because I'm out of a job. (Dude, we seriously need some sales with this one.)
Anyway. So. As always I will make a personal attempt to toe the line between making sure you guys know these books have been written and incessant screaming into the deaf ear.
Cool Cal Carries On
I've been adjusting to a new job with a commute. I like it--the job, the commute, the whole thing. But it does take me all the way away from the work of writing. There are still several cases of books in my apartment. Once a welcome arrival they're now more imposing, becoming a little too much like the veritable Mary Kay starter kit.
Action. That's what they say: Take action.
Wonderful. Lovely. Fine. So I emailed a few more coffee shops to set up a few more events. I figure I'll just do these little events until there are no more cases of books.
Anyway. It's all very professional when these emails go out, small scale, grass roots, but professional. I approach a proprietor, try not to have it get too boilerplate, and we all maintain our decorum for the most part. So I was quite surprised this evening when I saw one reply begin with, "Are you shitting me?"
I wasn't sure whether or not to click on the email.
Now I cannot count the emotionally charged emails I've sent. Staggering numbers. But to receive one really is quite different. Anyway, I did end up clicking on it. The person was not put off by my request, wholly the opposite. She's fairly well interested to have me stop by next week.
Action. That's what they say: Take action.
Wonderful. Lovely. Fine. So I emailed a few more coffee shops to set up a few more events. I figure I'll just do these little events until there are no more cases of books.
Anyway. It's all very professional when these emails go out, small scale, grass roots, but professional. I approach a proprietor, try not to have it get too boilerplate, and we all maintain our decorum for the most part. So I was quite surprised this evening when I saw one reply begin with, "Are you shitting me?"
I wasn't sure whether or not to click on the email.
Now I cannot count the emotionally charged emails I've sent. Staggering numbers. But to receive one really is quite different. Anyway, I did end up clicking on it. The person was not put off by my request, wholly the opposite. She's fairly well interested to have me stop by next week.
