I don't like links in direct messages on Facebook or Twitter, ESPECIALLY AFTER A PERSON HAS JUST 'BEFRIENDED' ME!
The second awful thing was to ask me, 'what do you write?'
HELLO!!!!!!!!!!
Use your eyes, are you so self-absorbed in your overly aggressive sales pitch that you actually haven't bothered to see all the books I have out there?! They're on my facebook profile and author page and twitter.
Poor you! Maybe you thought by moving too much, fingers, head--you would get whiplash. Or is it possible you broke your fingers so you can't use a keyboard to google anything?
I think not because you were able to type and be pushy.
You have the nerve to ask for someone's 'friendship' and then flog your books! Ugh!
Major no, no as it results in instant unfriending.
Get real, pushy people. Market like the rest of us. Don't be disrespectful and use people. You turn off professional writers and I would think obliterate any chance of a sale.
My advice is to be professional, have respect for yourself and others.
You won't do it a second time to me, that's for sure.
Hey! Haven't done one of these in a long time! I got wound up enough today, to do a good rant!
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE!!! I hate, despise, detest and get crazy from direct messages on Twitter after just politely following someone BACK!
BACK, BACK, BACK. They followed me, I follow them back, especially if they're an author.
Today, I saw a children's book that looked cute, so I followed the author back and IMMEDIATELY got a direct message with links to buy, asking me, 'not to forget to leave a review.'
Now, the 'book' is actually not a full length book. How does someone assume I have the time or inclination to read AND review a children's 'book' ?
Let me just say this is not an isolated case. I've had hundreds of these messages with links as the very first message.
I don't believe in marketing books that way. You can make contacts through messages, but don't throw your product, whatever it is, at someone in a first message.
HAVE I SAID THAT I HAVE ON MY TWITTER PROFILE, 'NO DIRECT MESSAGES, PLEASE'
No? Well I do but it is ignored because they don't care. They are solely concerned with flogging their books, stories, products at you. It has all the refinement of a pushcart or market stall pitch.
GET YOUR FRESH BACON HERE, LADIES!
Back of the truck opens up and the bacon, hamburger or whatever the seller is hawking that day at an outdoor market, is revealed. It's fine in a market if that's where you want to buy your food, but the same principle applied to books and the like, I find pretty crass.
We're all different. This happens to be my opinion. Sharing links, liking a page, that's fine! Even though I prefer NOT to be messaged on twitter, I would happily share if I see a message. The thing is I get so many--I often don't notice or see them.
That's why I don't like direct messages on Twitter. It's purely for the reason that I don't often have time to read all of them!
Yes, let's face it. There are things to rant about, things that make us crazy and tick us off. Well, the focus of these posts will be those people and situations that make me rant! My rants began four years ago on a different blog. I'm the original!
Blogged originally, Wednesday August 31, 2011
"Evil Dentists or a Brush With
Madness!"
HERE IT IS, AS PER MANY REQUESTS: 'EVIL DENTISTS'!
"I've been fortunate I haven't had an evil dentist until fairly recently. I have no idea what the problem was. It is a one-off because I refused to have said dentist ever treat me again.
Did you know that a small percent of the general population is supposed to be psychopathic? Now the term I believe is sociopathic, but an unsympathetic, unfeeling, compassionless individual by any other name is a horror at any time, but most especially when one is dependent on said individual.
"Sorry, but that hurts. Could you just wait a moment?!"
"MOVING ON!"
Ah, I thought as I began to recall that scene in Marathon Man wherein Dustin Hoffman finds himself at the 'mercy' of an escaped Nazi. This Nazi was a dentist and he's just come out of hiding. This is the famous scene where the dentist wants to know if it's safe for him or not. He thinks Hoffman knows, but of course Hoffman doesn't. Nazi dentist is assuming he knows.
Here's a clip:
I thought of this scene shortly after I left. It helped. It not only helped me to be able to laugh about it all, but it helped me to feel a kinship with this man who is being tortured by a sadistic lunatic who happened to be a dentist.
Who doesn't feel that initial fear when leaving the safety of the dental reception area and walking across gleaming floors toward the dental treatment room. Closer and closer we step, knowing we are stepping ever closer to THAT ROOM where the drill is,where those nasty, horrid instruments are. That one, you know, with the sharp end that hurts like hell if it slips.
"Just going after the plaque now!"
How steady are the dentist's hands we think?! Even if it is a kindly dentist, a dentist we have developed a rapport with we still wonder.
Perhaps he just found out his wife is cheating with his best friend! Or his son was arrested selling drugs and won't be carrying on the tradition of denistry.
Do we greet the dentist a little too effusively watching oh so carefully his reaction to our overt friendly, cheerful attitude?
Then possibly, nervously--do we watch his hands. Do they look steady? Is the mood alright?
You see there might be a little checklist we have that we run through. It is our way of reassuring ourselves that the dentist isn't unduly upset.
Of course here is the problem: IT DOESN'T WORK WITH NEW DENTISTS!
"Hello new dentist, you look friendly enough but are you perhaps a little sadistic, just a mite? Did your wife/husband/girfriend/boyfriend aggravate you? Was the intimacy that you looked forward to not performed right or up to your expectations? Are you pissed off now about it? You didn't come in here today to get back at anyone, right?
I mean you're smiling at me, but I don't know what kind of agenda you might have!
I HATE EVIL DENTISTS!
Dentists are in control! We can do with that control what we will AFTERWARDS, but whilst we are sitting there trapped, with our mouths open, nervously watching them, WE ARE SO UNDER THEIR CONTROL!
ARGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whew! Takes a breath. Thank you! Much better now or UNTIL I AM SITTING IN A DENTAL WAITING ROOM--AND I HEAR, 'THE DENTIST WILL SEE YOU NOW!'
Disclaimer: I’m far from perfect, but I try never to hurt
anyone’s feelings or to cause them worry. Having said that, these are my rants; I rant when my tolerance
level is nil or below.
