Joy of joys, the last of the beta readers reported in on the new novella at the end of last week. For the past three days, Glynn and I have been buffing The Fifth Brother and, now, publication looms. This is lovely news, indeed. As I write this, Glynn is doing the necessary technical stuff, fitting the words and pages to meet Amazon’s requirements. This is the piece of the puzzle that I am delighted to leave in his hands.
We should have the story on-line and for sale by next week. Or sooner, fingers crossed, if all goes smoothly. I feel like doing my happy dance.
I’ll send out our newsletter once the novella is available. If you’re not a newsletter kind of person, well, I’ll try not to judge you. In that case, swing by here next Thursday and I’ll provide an update on the story’s status. I can already tell you, if publication hasn’t happened or isn’t imminent, I’ll be doing my sad dance.
In the midst of rolling up our sleeves and preparing for launch, I received an unusual offer from…well, someone I’ve never met before. This very polite stranger asked if she could post hair care tips on my website.
Immediately, I wondered if someone had told her about my hair. On my best day, it resembles Amy Poehler’s on her worst day, so I could certainly benefit from some grooming advice. On the other hand, I mean – what the hell? Why would a hair expert (if she IS an expert) want to post beauty hints on a romance writer’s site? Especially when she’s never met the writer?
It was such a random request, I shared the email with the Good Witch. I thought she’d laugh, and then we’d both go to Tuesday Morning to see the discounted Keurig coffeemaker GW is considering. That didn’t happen.
She said, “Not the worst idea in the world. Maybe you should consider it.”
I was so unprepared for her reaction, I didn’t speak.
“Miss X could post hair tips on your blog, say, once a month,” she continued. “For three weeks, you could talk about writing. The fourth week, Miss X could offer a little something on curling hair or whatever. You’d have to post less often and maybe it would draw a new audience to the blog.”
I told her, “They’d come for the hair tips, stay for the romance.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
But GW wasn’t teasing me, she was serious. The email writer shared her real name – it’s not Miss X, that’s just a clever pseudonym I’m using here – and linked to a few articles she’d done. The pieces weren’t spectacular but they were solid. I just don’t understand why Miss X is knocking on my door and what she hopes to get out of appearing here.
At the end of the day, I didn’t reply to her request. It felt a little rude, but the whole thing leaves me uneasy. Somehow, in some way, I worry that this is a massive hair tip scam and Glynn and I will end up sending our life’s savings to someone in Ecuador.
But the whole thing left me wishing I had better hair. If you’re feeling the same way, here’s 10 Weird Hair Tips That Really Work.