In my last blog I outlined one of my outside the box schemes
to promote my book. It involved going back to my old alma mater. The plan
essentially boiled down to finding a student who was a whiz at social media. As
a member of the Twitter universe, I now follow and am followed by over 200
twitterers (or is it tweeters? Possibly twits? Or maybe nitwits). I’ve probably
read a dozen tweets and sent out about twenty; I doubt I have sold one book
through my tweets.
Okay, so I’m back on campus. Then what? I start walking
around campus and look for the nerdiest kid?
What do I say?
“Hey there young man/woman. Do you like to do the tweet?
Would you mind tweeting for me? If you’re good, I’ll even pay you.”
In that scenario, I see myself being arrested for solicitation.
Maybe I should just walk up to the prettiest girl I find,
and offer to buy her a cup of coffee, or lunch, if she would be willing to
share some thoughts on how I could find the nerdiest kid on campus to help
promote my novel.
I just blew that idea.
My wife enjoys reading my blog—so that’s out. And now she
wants to go with me on my campus outing.
Damn!
But no . . . wait a minute, this could
work out perfectly.
What is more adorable than a middle-aged man and his wife,
sharing a walk down memory lane? I’ll point out various landmarks on campus.
We’ll smile a lot, and I’ll tell everyone we meet, “You know me and my wife
first met and fell in love on this very spot.” It’ll be a lie, but my God what
an opening. Naturally, we’ll fall into a patter of banal inanities: “So, what
are you majoring in? . . . That’s nice. . . . Can
I give you some sage advice on meeting the perfect guy/girl?”
At this point my wife will elbow me in the ribs; we’ll all
laugh.
And taking the bait, he/she will ask what we majored in and
what we’re doing now.
Once hooked, all I have to do is reel them in. It’ll be
perfect.
God, it’s really great living inside my mind. Wish reality were
this easy.
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