My agent is hounding me to get a 'real' web page, and it's now my job to prove that Red Room will work just fine. Trouble is, I've no idea.
My first book was just published. My wife loves me a bit more, my kids are proud, my parents glowing, but on the commercial end the story is just beginning. The book tour will commence next week, and in looking over my schedule I see that I will fail to visit every town in the United States. Luckily, the miracle of the internet is supposed to launch me everywhere, and Red Room is the springboard of choice. (Actually, my editor's choice, and she clinched the deal with the magic words: "And it's free.")
I'm happy enough with being able to display my event calendar and show off my photos, via a link to my Flickr page. My agent says: not enough. Red Room will put me into a lonely orbit around a planet inhabited only by a handful of other writers, most of which are smart enough to develop their own web sites. Tell me it ain't so, Red Room readers.
But still, I wonder: how did you find me? Is my agent right? Let me know at my brand new email, IntoThickAir@yahoo.com, and I'll be grateful.