I fully expect to be taken to task by certain individuals in our line of business for what I’m about to say. I’m too long in the tooth to give a damn!
Have you noticed recently how from the first moment your latest work of fiction appears for sale, how certain individuals want to become indispensable to you? I’m talking about book promoters, in particular those who will promise you the earth in return for a fee. Most if not all of them want to ride on your coat tales, rather than produce a book themselves. As to whether or not you believe them to be genuine, I leave entirely up to you. Most are pushy to the point where I will never respond to their demands, except to shun them!
Take my latest effort The Forgotten People as an example. To date I’ve been subjected to several offers of ‘help’ selling my novella, mostly from individuals domiciled in India. This afternoon I recieved several requests to communicate via Facebook’s ‘Chat’ facility from more of them. So long as they keep requesting, I’ll keep on denying them!
I’ve got a thing about leeches, since encountering the real thing in the jungle north of Saigon, back in the nineteen sixties, where the only way I had to rid myself of them was to burn them using a lighted cigarette. In my book, anyone who wants to benefit financially from the product of my hard work, other than myself, should be regarded as the human version of the bloodsucking parasitic worm pictured above!