The art of the online con

This morning I read something about twitter algorithms and how shares have been affected. I thought I’d write about this today, but the small amount of research I’ve done about it tells me it’s a storm in a teacup and, essentially, really boring, so I won’t. Instead, I’m going to turn my attention to the woman who promised me a free pdf of how to sell my book to more readers, but who, when I gave her (or at least the email bot) my email address, failed to deliver anything into my inbox. I checked my spam. Nothing. Bitch.

If you are going to dangle ‘free’, at least actually give it. I’ve forgotten her name, but she looked kind of mumsy and earnest. I know she was an actor. I know it’s a con. It always is, but I live in hope that I will find something that will catapult me into the bigtime. Oh, there it is again - hope. Darn it.

I tried to search for her on facebook, but she was doing it via an ad that appears in my main feed, so no luck there. I looked in my activity log - nothing. It was as if I had never clicked on her at all. Perhaps I didn’t. Perhaps it was an alternate reality - let’s face it, most of these people don’t really exist at all. Plus, have you noticed? They’re selling books about how to sell stuff, which loops back on itself because they only thing you will get good at if you read them is the art of the con. Only they don’t call it that. They think they’re being clever, and they are, for the most part.

I’m going to write a book called the art of the online con. Bet it would sell.