Billie Johnson said I should post on what it's been like to ramp up for my 50 online Amazon.com reviews. But first-- don't you want to hear about my day?
It SUCKED! First, I searched for kitchen cabinets in the OC. Look at the guy who waited on me in the warehouse.
Then, I nearly got creamed on the #405 North. There was an accident right in front of me. I braked till my foot went through the floorboard, and all those callouses got smoothed off my heel.
An hour later, as I neared LAX, my front right tire blew. Some heroes from AAA rescued me. I thanked them, waved a jaunty good-bye, and went nowhere. Over and over, the van fired up, but when I shifted into gear, the engine died. Off to visit the Pep Boys on the back of a flat-bed truck.
My poor, noble Hobart. My buddy, my road trip prairie schooner. My schlepper of dogs, kids, au pairs, cats in crates, from Chicago to Omaha, to Gutenberg, to Denver, to Reno, to Vegas, to LA and back-- so many times. Hobart has always been there for me.
Manny, Mo and Jack quoted $700+. Holy Cow, that wasn't going to happen. Got the bill down to $265 and felt smug. Later, I discovered my Vuarnets gone from the glove box. Fooey.
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I'm at 46 reviews the book is bigger and it does a little curtsy. Can't wait to see what it does at 50 reviews-- maybe a little Irish jig, a tip of the hat. At 60 reviews, it might do a slow strip and a pole dance. Who knows?
Before I started my push to get 50 reviews, I had 23. Over the past six weeks, I have received 23 more reviews by being a pus-boil pain in the ass to anyone I know who has bought my book. I've also been posting on FB in a fever, like a pigeon tapping a lever for a food pellet in a Maslow Box, 3X a day. Chris Swinney, my media coach, says this works.
I'm having fun on Facebook. The happiest surprise is that some people buy the book just to review it for me. Including people I never knew in high school.
Let's face it-- they weren't my friends back in the day. They towered above timid, little, bookish Ugly Betty me. But now-- they seem to like my book and me. Who would have guessed, as I cowered at my locker in my undershirt, changing for gym in 7th grade. Everyone had a training bra but me. My no-nonsense, German mom was unswayed by my begging and tears. "You vhill get a bra vhen you neet one."
Just goes to show-- you live long enough (you need a bra), everything ends up OK and you need only 4 more reviews.
Marta Chausée
Purchase: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_13?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=murder%27s+last+resort&sprefix=murder%27s+last%2Caps%2C390
Review: http://www.amazon.com/review/create-review/ref=cm_cr_pr_wr_but_top?ie=UTF8&asin=1610090497&channel=reviews-product&nodeID=
