At heart, I’m a shy, timid soul. Some of my friends–possibly every one of them–will not believe this; however, I’ve always had trouble asking people to do something for me. One example of many: when I was a Brownie, I could not sell Girl Scout cookies. The thought of going up to a neighbor’s door and asking them to buy a box terrified me. Fortunately, my family liked cookies because we had dozens during that time of year.
And, yet, I find promoting my books very easy. I think I may be able to play a part: AUTHOR. As author, I have no trouble handing out bookmarks to people I’ve never met, entering bookstores and introducing myself to staff, asking if I could blog on a site, or making any number of pushy requests.
But I believe I did my most shameless bit of self-promotion a week ago. As I’ve written, June 18th I had surgery on my droopy eyelids. As the gurney I was on was shoved into pre-op, I promoted my latest book to the anesthesiologist. She seemed very interested. Only wish I’d tucked a few bookmarks in the pockets of my hopsital gown.
Can anyone top this? (And please forgive any typoes. I still cannot see well!)