In my last post I addressed the world of social media marketing on Twitter and Facebook, and aren’t you glad you didn’t by that stock? Oh, no, you didn’t! Today, I will come back closer to home and the way of my island. As you know, all successful writers work at other jobs – mine is at the local health food store – until October when I will have to resign because my first social security check will arrive. Kaching!! Before you go doing any math in your head, I’m taking social security at my first opportunity, age 52…okay, 62; but I can still kick and stretch and mow four acres of property. But I digress. So last week a lovely couple came in looking for cocoa to make Italian meringue cookies. Well, they came to the right dealer. I told them about my private stash (sent to me by my favorite of all my children) back at the house. “Luscious and dark as the fields of Ebey’s Reserve. I’ll leave it for you on my side porch,” I said. “How much?” they asked. “Free…the first time.” Well, wouldn’t you know while I was gone they came around. How do I know? I almost hit them head on as I turned the last curve of the S on QTL. And what a stroke of luck that was, because they had this guy on ice in the back of their car fresh out of the icy waters of Penn Cove. Now for those of you who don’t know a crab from a carb (other than the juxtaposition of the “a” and “r”), the photo is of the underside of the crab. I turned the crab over because the upper side had been cracked and cleaned and, therefore, had lost its photogenic quality. Here’s what I didn’t know about crab and why I almost dropped my favorite bowl when removing said crab from it with my bare hands…the legs started moving. I kid you not. I knew this was the case with chickens because there’s such an incident in my novel The Last Supper Catering Company. Oh, do you see what I just did there? First I hooked you in with a story about cocoa and crab and then with sleight of hand, I not only mentioned my novel, I hyperlinked it so that if you double-click on it you will be taken to the Amazon page where it appears and can be purchased. Close your eyes if you’ve already purchased the book because I’m about to channel Ron Popeil:
“Amazon is now selling The Last Supper Catering Company at 36% off the original price. That’s right. They’ve slashed the price from $12.95 to $8.36, and you can buy two for twice that amount. But you need to order right now because this offer won’t last forever. And, folks, just because they’ve slashed the price doesn’t mean they’ve slashed the quality. I guarantee there will be a front cover and a back cover, and pages in between. Don’t be sorry you didn’t double-click when you had the chance. The holidays are just around the corner. Do you really want to give your loved ones the same old diamond jewelry and expensive cars year-after-year? Now’s your chance to change someone’s life with a simple double-click. And folks, if $8.36 is more than you’ve got in your pocket right now, and you can’t afford the paperback, don’t you fret. You can download the Kindle version for…sit down if you’re standing…just $2.99. And that’s not all. You can loan your Kindle version for fourteen days to a friend without paying another dime! Wait! There’s more. If you’re an Amazon Prime Member, you can download the Kindle version for FREE! FREE, people. What are you waiting for?”
Okay, I’m back, and right now I’m envisioning my brother bent over his computer and crying at having paid full price, which to me is: Priceless.
By the way, the story about the couple, the cocoa, and the crab…all true. The only thing I left out was that I screamed like a little girl when those legs started moving.