Well, my friends, today our naughty girls surpassed 300 followers on Twitter! And they’ve been live there for less than a month. Aunt Tilly is so pleased she’s giving the girls a gala shopping trip at Nordstrom’s.
People have retweeted ads for the Fire-Rider books. And we appear to have proven the theory that the highest and best marketing use of Twitter is NOT to advertise your books but to entertain. While Twitterers (??surely not “Twits”?) have turned up their collective nose at self-serving tweets, they merrily retweet and “favorite” pictures, bons mots, retweets of fun stuff, and links to fun stuff.
They really liked this, for example:
Betcha can’t guess what that’s from…
The “quote” is part of a comment I wrote on a student paper. And I’m sure you’ll remember the public-domain image of the Muse on an ancient Greek vase, since it was ripped off from Wikipedia and posted here a few days ago.
They loved it. And it went over pretty well on Facebook, too.
Moving on, I’ve established a Facebook group for my band of doughty writers. Trouble is, at least a couple of them don’t do Facebook. So we’ll probably still have to communicate by cc’ed email. But it’s kinda kewl to think we have a Group. It’s set up as a “secret” group — meaning only Big Brother can watch us — because a couple of our authors work in professions where letting it be known that they amuse themselves by writing randy fiction could be counterproductive.
In the next couple of days, I’ll set up a Facebook “page” for the girls themselves, thereinat to pitch our wares as they come online. We should be ready to start publishing the p0rn beginning in the first week of October.
We already have a very fun (read “randy”) Hallowe’en story, and the same author has got up to writing a second Hallowe’en piece. Another of our team has a series that can lead up to Thanksgiving (yes…about FAMILY, what else? Don’t you love those family Thanksgivings?). And a third has written a fairly hefty novelette fit for the Christmas season.
By the way, the Girls still don’t have their names, poor babes. One person has posted a suggestion, but one contestant does not a contest make. Would you go on over to Writers Plain and Simple and add your ideas in the comments to this post? Or if you’d prefer to visit Aunt Tilly and the Girls themselves, the Camptown Ladies name-the-girls post is here. Aunt Tilly will not allow them to use their real names (Chastity and Patience) because she doesn’t think it’s appropriate for nice girls to flaunt themselves in public. As it were.