Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Chicken Hunter Wants to be Your Friend

Now that I’ve ventured into mainstream thriller territory, I’ve been faced with the very harsh reality of self-promotion...a concept that strikes terror into my heart. I’m not a people person. I’m not good at networking, I break out in a cold sweat at the very thought of public speaking, and conferences very often give me hives.

But I was made for MySpace.

One writer described it as like passing notes in high school except with really loud music and easy access to porn. I won’t touch the porn aspect, but I’m all about loud music and I’m one of the few writers I know who absolutely loved high school. See: Dazed and Confused.

And I’ve met the most amazing people on MySpace. Mortician Miss who is answering all my questions about funeral homes. The German band Breathe whose song “The Laughing Dolls” is the soundtrack for my
Dollmaker blog and who featured my book in a newsletter to their fans. A horror writer who has a wonderful review of The Dollmaker on Amazon.

I’ve been interviewed, blogged, and made a top friend on several sites.

I’ve heard from someone who had a close encounter with a UFO and another who lives with a ghost. I’ve met people from New Zealand to Greenland (Hi, Chicken Hunter!), and I learned that Harlen Coben’s first concert was Blue Oyster Cult (so was mine!).

So are you on there yet? Because if you’re not, you should be. It’s the place to be.

And if you are on, stop by my site and leave a comment or send me a friend request. I’ll add you, I promise.

Amanda Stevens
Cross-posted at Blasphemous Rumours

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