How many publicists does it take to change a lightbulb (or how many books does it take to send a publicist over the edge?!)
It’s 3:15 pm. I’m at my desk at the HCI Ok Corral. The sun is shining through my floor to ceiling windows. One can imagine the sweetness of the April air. Yet one can also feel like sprinting around the 100,000 square foot glass building and screaming at the top of one’s lungs.
Ah! Now that I’ve said that, I won’t need to do it. There’s work to be done (a huge understatement), authors to be put in the public eye, books in the hands of the public in general. So many of them, so little of me. Can I get an amen?
So, here’s the deal. Having little (ahem, no) support on my publicity island (at least no one can vote me off), I’ve decided now to rely on YOU to keep me from going over the edge. Help me remember where I am, who I am and all of the titles that need my love and attention.
What? Has she gone mad, you say? If you knew me personally, the question would be moot. I’m already there and have been quite comfortably, for some time. You can be my virtual team of administrative assistants, shrinks, masseuses, and coaches. Just every once in a while send me a note and remind me to breathe.
I’d do the same for you, honest.
How bad is it? Actually, I’m complaining from a very exciting place. I’m having the best time dealing with some great authors, great books and subsequently attracting media attention from some great journalists. Not to mention the additional excitement of the new marketing horizons found on the brilliant social networking devices.
The irony is, the virtual aspect of the work doesn’t seem to lighten the load. Perhaps it does literally in terms of paper and packaging but these nifty little techno gizmos are tres time consuming.
What’s a publicist to do?
That’s where you come in. With your reminders, your mantras, and your ‘atta girls’. Then my little publicity corner won’t feel so much like a vacuum.
Let me know if you’re on board and if you’ve got the stuff to be part of my team. The pay’s lousy but we’ll make it up in giggles and good ideas. I’m recruiting today and possibly won’t make this offer again for a while.
Call me silly, call me mad, but call me — I mean through your computer screen. I’ll hear you, not to worry.
It’s 3:30 now, I’ve now stolen 15 minutes of HCI’s time. Forgive me. I’ll give it back. Promise.
Go out an breathe the April air. It’s the last day for May comes knocking tomorrow. Hopefully, complete with its trademark flowers.
Until next time…see you at the water cooler.
p.s. cartoon created by the brilliant and talented Larissa Henoch!Comments (10)
I love book fairs….at least I did until recently. I used to really enjoy meeting new people, talking to them and shaking their hands, looking at the pictures of their cats, kissing their kids.
A thing of the past…at least for the present…and why? Because a bunch of pigs didn’t cover their mouths when they said “Ah-choo,” and we’re left with the consequences: Swine Flu.
I could just order an infectious disease headgear..you know the ones that look like deep-sea diving helmets, with the glass in the front and an oxygen tank on the back. It would probably set me back a pretty penny. But, hey, I’d be helping the economy and something like that’s bound to be tax deductible.
Oh, and instead of offering unhygienic dishes of candy to my fans, perhaps I can find individually-wrapped Vitamin C tablets…or little bottles of Echinacea.
Please forgive the substandard resolution – my beloved iphone has its limitations when used indoors. However, how could I resist sharing my morning ritual with Rashi? I’ve been waiting for these shots for months. Refer back to post “how many birds does it take before your officially eccentric”... so much for that… Enjoy! I did.Comments (2)