For the launch of the latest novel I paid for some advertising. And one of the advertisers happens to list the books it promotes next to other popular books and make kind comments about the book being promoted. Well, I shared one of those posts on my Facebook page and then a friend saw it and shared it with a quote from the kind comments they made.
Now, they made those comments. That’s legitimately what they said. And they do have the book in their possession, so it’s quite possibly legitimately what they believe. But at the same time I happen to know that the whole reason for that comment and the whole post was to promote my book (and possible another book or two).
Of course, to someone like my friend who doesn’t know about what’s happening behind the scenes it looks like some third-party chose my book alongside a number of other far more popular and established books.
There’s a part of me that wants to jump in on the comments and make a deprecating comment about the whole thing explaining it to my friend. And there’s a part of me that just wants to let it go because who knows who might see that post from my friend and give the book a shot and help it get off its feet. (Which was the whole point of paying for the advertising in the first place, right?)
I tell ya. I wish I could just write what I like to write and have magical fairies come along and sell it for me and then I just collect the money and pay my bills so I can keep writing.