Reading my friend Sue Guiney's blog this morning, I came upon a great post. Sue is one of those writers who is talking about things as they are, not (like many) dressing up the writing world in pink ribbons, only talking about the nice bits...
She had a book signing organised in Waterstones, and sat there surrounded by her books, for a couple of hours...and she talks about the experience on her blog:
SUE GUINEY'S RITE OF PASSAGE...... including having to turn up with a bag of books as the store had not ordered any.
One thing hit home. Sue wryly compares the experience with a normal occurrence for a travelling salesman. And her grandfather was just that.
I discovered a while back that my natural father was also a travelling salesman. Only he peddled a little more than samples, encyclopaedias or whatever, in my case...
So selling is in the genes. My son is a brilliant salesman. And now you can see where we get it from... my foot in the door tactics just need a little sharpening.
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Thanks for this, V. It's amazing isn't it -- how we never really escape these things that are inside us. They just pop up in weird unimagined forms. xo
Hi Sue
Indeed. Fascinating... and I'd never thought of all this before, so thank you!
v
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