…when she asked our stripper names. Until that very moment, we didn’t even know we needed stripper names. Imagine our surprise.
Y’see, we’d agreed to do an interview swap in an effort to spur sales for Aly’s Luck. Luck is our latest opus and a new release. It's time to get some people sampling the thing. (If you have a Kindle or a Nook or...whatever, then you know that e-reader fans frequently sample a story before buying it. We like it when people sample our work. Sales for After Things Went Bad climbed after the number of samples started to rise.) Until folks discover the story, they’ll never know if they want to try a sample, much less pick up a copy.
So, the interview swap. It works like this: We do an interview with an author, the author does an interview with us, we both hype our work, maybe a few dozen samples are downloaded. That's the theory, anyway. So we zapped out five or six of the our basic getting-to-know-an-author interview questions to our cohort’s gmail addy, and receive a set of interview questions in return.
The return questions-- the questions being asked to us -- weren’t the standard questions at all. These were questions about music and heroes villains and life slogans. Also, if we stripped for a living, what would our professional names be?
Caught off-guard, we went with Frenchie and Mighty Joe. Shortly thereafter, when we recounted the story, a relative told us we’d gotten our stripper names all wrong. Apparently, there's a protocol for this kind of thing. You don't just pick a stripper name. Life has to have created a stripper name for you – or you can go upscale and use a fancy-dancy Random Generator.
Harrell went the traditional route (the name of your first pet; the street name of your first house). Next time you tuck a dollar into his tightie-whities, refer to him as Captain Comstock.
Renée wanted to spin the wheel, so to speak, so she went to a Random Generator. There’s more than one but she chose the win at the GoToQuiz. The GoToQuiz people put you through a dozen questions before providing your scientifically-proven stripper name. After jumping through GoTo's hoops, Renée was given the dazzling stage name of…Bambi Turburble.
After providing the stripper name, the GoTo crew also offered this helpful bit of info about Bambi: You have a strange smell coming from your crotch, but those breasts distract most of your customers. You’re frail like a fawn but weird, like the name Turburble.
Next time, Renée uses the traditional method.
Y’see, we’d agreed to do an interview swap in an effort to spur sales for Aly’s Luck. Luck is our latest opus and a new release. It's time to get some people sampling the thing. (If you have a Kindle or a Nook or...whatever, then you know that e-reader fans frequently sample a story before buying it. We like it when people sample our work. Sales for After Things Went Bad climbed after the number of samples started to rise.) Until folks discover the story, they’ll never know if they want to try a sample, much less pick up a copy.
So, the interview swap. It works like this: We do an interview with an author, the author does an interview with us, we both hype our work, maybe a few dozen samples are downloaded. That's the theory, anyway. So we zapped out five or six of the our basic getting-to-know-an-author interview questions to our cohort’s gmail addy, and receive a set of interview questions in return.
The return questions-- the questions being asked to us -- weren’t the standard questions at all. These were questions about music and heroes villains and life slogans. Also, if we stripped for a living, what would our professional names be?
Caught off-guard, we went with Frenchie and Mighty Joe. Shortly thereafter, when we recounted the story, a relative told us we’d gotten our stripper names all wrong. Apparently, there's a protocol for this kind of thing. You don't just pick a stripper name. Life has to have created a stripper name for you – or you can go upscale and use a fancy-dancy Random Generator.
Harrell went the traditional route (the name of your first pet; the street name of your first house). Next time you tuck a dollar into his tightie-whities, refer to him as Captain Comstock.
Renée wanted to spin the wheel, so to speak, so she went to a Random Generator. There’s more than one but she chose the win at the GoToQuiz. The GoToQuiz people put you through a dozen questions before providing your scientifically-proven stripper name. After jumping through GoTo's hoops, Renée was given the dazzling stage name of…Bambi Turburble.
After providing the stripper name, the GoTo crew also offered this helpful bit of info about Bambi: You have a strange smell coming from your crotch, but those breasts distract most of your customers. You’re frail like a fawn but weird, like the name Turburble.
Next time, Renée uses the traditional method.
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