I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Spamming people to announce your new book is NOT promotion. It’s annoying, irritating, it gives the beagle gas, and make my thoughts turn to homicide – especially when the spammer is someone I rejected in the distant past.
I have to wonder why they bothered spamming me. Yes, of course, I’m a consumer of books, but it’s schlocky to spam one’s work addy. Is this a “nya-nya” moment – a “see, you heartless wench, I got published in spite of you!”
I’m fine with anyone getting published “in spite” of me. I’m far from the Cosmic Muffin’s gift. Problem is, stunts like spamming screeches noob – just like “fiction novel” screams noob.
And when I can see the addys of all the other thousands of other poor slobs that you’re spamming, I just know you’re so clueless that you shouldn’t cross the road unaided, dress yourself, or order your own lunch at the deli.
And really, gentle readers, what do we DO with spam? We delete it. Unread.
Beagle…fire up the blender!