Sometimes, a tweet can make you feel like a million bucks. Just the other day, I received a request for a signed copy of #BabyFat from a longtime twitter follower and blog reader. I've gotten plenty of requests from people I know as in like Not From The Internet, and those people I'm happily accommodating with paypal invoices from The Husband. But - and I'm sorry @Ewokmama because I am assuming you are not a serial killer and all and I really think you're swell, but The Husband is pretty set on remaining a nameless and faceless social media ninja.
And with me being too lazy to start my own paypal account - mainly because that would first require an actual business banking account and that kind of commitment requires planning and organizational skills - I was all like HELLO ROCK, MY NAME IS HARD PLACE.
But then I had an idea, which usually only happens when I am up all night waiting for planes leaving northern Maine just before 6 a.m. to get to planes that land in downtown Columbus, Ohio for the #365FeministSelfie con cuz I'm speaking and signing books tomorrow! Or maybe it just happens when I am sleepless and slap-happy up in my little neck of the very remote woods. Either way, it boils down to a solution for my lack of travel budget and my desire to provide signed paperbacks for fans looking for them without blowin' The Husband's cover.
Wouldn't it be great, I thought, if I had access to maybe a website or something where I could, you know, sell autographed copies of my book.
So after I congratulated myself on saying hello to the obvious, I cleared I with my publisher and now you can buy signed copies of my book right here on my blog! Basically, Yay.
The End (Almost)
The End (For Real).