There was an entry somewhere in the Tamago’s journalistic morass about a guy who approached me at a convention, tried to get me to buy his book, and pretty much that was the only message he had for me. I had just met him, and moving that product was his only motivation.
I had been slimed and couldn’t get the sticky out of my ego for weeks.
Sarah Prineas is feeling a bit the same about recent Facebook invites that suggest she become a fan to writers she doesn’t know.
This raises the poignant question: publicity, where is thy boundary? Writers of course want to advertise and sell their work. Artists too.
How do you recommend it’s done? What have you seen that’s just too far?
I look forward to your answers.
Catherine
