From time to time, other writers decide to follow me on Twitter. Some of them are self-pubbed, some traditional. I read their profiles and decide whether I want to follow them back – if they’re funny or interesting or wise, or they write in my genre, or we have something else in common that makes me think they’re going to enrich my Twitterverse.
Sometimes, when I do follow back, they promptly DM me with links to buy their book(s). No “Thanks for the follow”, no “Hi, nice to make your acquaintance”, just jump straight to the sales pitch. Which says to me that they weren’t really interested in me as a fellow writer or someone who could enrich their Twitterverse, just as another target. Continue reading
…for I have sinned.
I’ve never read George RR Martin.
Don’t ask me why, because I really couldn’t say. I adore the title of the series “A Song of Ice and Fire”. I’ve just never found myself motivated to pick up one of his books. Actually, tell a lie, I did pick up a copy of “A Game of Thrones” in Waterstone’s once but put it down again before I got to the till.
Before the fantasy establishment mob besieges Cooper Towers with pitchforks and blazing torches, ready to burn the heretic, let me just say that I am remedying this right this instant. Since HBO has green-lighted a mini-series based on A Game of Thrones, starring the scrummy Sean Bean, no less, my interest has been piqued.
Piqued enough to go and buy the book. Gawd knows when I’ll find time to read it, since I’m supposed to be writing one of my own here, but I’ll try. Really I will. Now put those pitchforks down before someone gets hurt.