Some five years ago when I was trying, in my humble way, to promote my book "The Remix of Orchid" a humorous thought had occurred to me. I had developed this post on that idea and had posted it in my other blog which is defunct these days. I thought I could revisit that. The attraction of humour is always great for me--say a plain and simple humour. And the best in the genre of humour, in my opinion, is the one that the author creates to laugh at oneself.
I promote myself
writing a book; I promote the book writing a blog; I promote the blog
writing SPAMs—is there an end to such promotion spree? Honestly, there
could be no end to this when means of promotion itself needs to be
promoted so doggedly!
a joke to share here. It’s a joke intended to blend writing with
selling, something I should need now badly. The joke goes like this:
A writer is at his wits’ end, not knowing how to sell the unsold books. (Obviously he is one like me who has chosen the self-publication route.)
But one day he did something and all his books were sold out.
He just gave an ad in the matrimonial column. Yes, of all places he chose a matrimonial column to sell his book:
needed for a successful software professional in a Fortune 500 company
earning 10k plus and settled in the States with a permanent visa. The
girl need not be an extraordinarily beautiful one; she may not be even
highly educated; but she should have all the qualities of an Indian
women, qualities that are beautifully portrayed in Shalini, the leading
lady of the novel ‘I’m Made For U, Darling’ by Sam Sunder.”
No wonder “I’m Made For U, Darling” became a blockbuster overnight.
A. N. Nanda