Lately I’ve been working very hard on marketing. If people don’t know about my books I’m pretty sure they won’t buy them. And if they don’t buy them I might have to stop writing.
The problem is that I don’t know how to do marketing. How do I get my writing discovered by the people who will most enjoy it?
Especially since I have little or no money to spend on that oh-so-important marketing.
So I turned to Facebook. I’ve been a busy little bee, sharing and posting, doing everything in my power to increase the traffic to my Facebook Fan page.
After all, the more people who see my page, the more who will buy my books. Right?
Wrong! I’ve managed to get a ton of traffic to my Facebook page without any increase in book sales.
What I’ve gotten instead are requests for relationships.
I showed the requests to my best friend, who also happens to be my husband. He just shook his head and grimaced.
Then I deleted the requests since they give me an uneasy feeling.
Almost like I just looked down and discovered that I’m balanced on a tightrope that’s been strung across the ocean. Just below me, circling and watching with greedy little eyes, is a massive school of ravenous sharks.
Waiting for me to take one wrong step.