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The Failure To Monetise


The Internet doesn't really work for selling poetry, or does it?  Or is it just me?  Eyewear has hundreds of followers, loyal readers, and other lurkers - and has served a community with diligence for more than half a decade.  So - what happened when, almost a week ago, I asked for one person - anyone, anywhere, in wintertime - to buy the lone copy of Winter Tennis, at Amazon.com - so that this year my sales statement would read 1, not nil?  Well, what happened, is, nada.  No one decided to put Eyewear out of its misery, and buy the damn copy.  No units moved.  No sale.  Sucka.  This really peeves me.  The Internet is a place for giving and taking, freely - for grazing animals.  When it comes to putting money where one's mouth is, forgetaboutit.  I want to see this book sold by Valentine's Day, or Eyewear gets it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
DC writes:

Don't give up - we all love Eyewear! Winter Tennis is quite pricey to buy via Amazon.co.uk - so maybe that doesn't help for potential UK customers. But I've just ordered a copy of 'Seaway' from the Poetry Book Society instead...
Sheenagh Pugh said…
Some titles are killers - that one would put me off!
Sue Guiney said…
Ooh, them's fightin' words. I already have a copy or I'd do it. Don't leave us, Todd.
EYEWEAR said…
Sheenagh - are you seriously insulting the title of my book?
Sheenagh Pugh said…
Todd - not really; nothing is as individual as people's reaction to titles; to me the concept of 'tennis' is inherently unsexy and uncool, possibly because in the UK it still seems like a posh person's game (probably not the case in Canada?)

I'm currently having a hell of a job trying to decide what the title of my next should be, and I haven't even got it much more than half done... I'm going to have a poll on my blog by and by and see how folk react.
Unknown said…
sold! to the posh person at the back. freezing cold backhand smash down the line at 00:01 on Tuesday 15th.

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