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Who do you know?

 

So … who do you know?

I’m looking for teachers – grades 6-9.

Here’s the plan:

1) I will send potentially interested teachers a short email pitch regarding Fightball: Dying of Suck, which they will be helpless to resist. Shhh … helpless, I say.

2) I will provide enthusiastic teachers with a free electronic version of Fightball: Dying of Suck in exchange for a promise to read and consider recommending the book to their classes.

3) Assuming the teacher enjoys Fightball: Dying of Suck and is interested in moving forward, recommendation of Fightball: Dying of Suck to students may be handled in whatever fashion works for the teacher and his/her class. I am hoping for a minimum of FIVE interested reader/reviewer students per class.

4) All interested reader/reviewer students in a particular class will be provided with a free electronic version of Fightball: Dying of Suck.

5) Teachers will collect student thoughts/reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck and pass those thoughts/reviews along to me. These reviews can be as short or as in-depth as works for the reader, and can take whatever form works best for the teacher and students.  Extra credit for creativity of presentation!

6) I will organize those reviews into a collective classroom review that I will use to publicize Fightball: Dying of Suck. I will identify classroom reviews by teacher and school name, and all student comments will be attributed to first names only.

7) BONUS!  Participating teachers will have the opportunity to offer both Fightball: Dying of Suck and the sequel (Fightball: Lady of Mangle, due out in September, 2016) to future classes in similar free-in-exchange-for-a-classroom-review fashion.

I am looking for honest feedback. Although glowing reviews are lovely, interested sincere engagement and thoughtful critique are more important to me.  To be clear, I have no expectation that Fightball: Dying of Suck be made an official part of classroom curriculum.  My goals are merely laughter and enthusiasm and possibly some 8th-grade snark.

8th graders are the best at snark, in my experience.

So … I have several teachers on board thus far.

I’m doing this publicity/marketing thing by 50s, as this is the year of my fifty.

I pushed hard for 50 Amazon reviews.

Now I’m asking for the names of 50 great teachers – grades 6-9.

Who do you know?

Email me names and contact information at kris@prettyalltrue.com

THANK YOU!

Kris

 

P.S. In other news, there are currently 59 FIVE-STAR reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck on Amazon!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYYYYY!

WHO CAN MAKE IT 60?

Do it.

Love and gratitude to you all.

Me

Fightball: Dying of Suck marketing and publicity the year of 50 Who do you know?
January 19, 2016

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9 thoughts on “Who do you know?”

  1. Kris says:
    January 19, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    A reminder to use email to communicate the names/contact information of teachers you may know.

    kris@prettyalltrue.com

    Thank you again.

  2. A says:
    January 19, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    Me! (And I’ll see how many middle school teachers I can come up with. I know elementary and high school teachers, mostly.)

    1. Kris says:
      January 19, 2016 at 2:23 pm

      YES! You would be perfect! I see your review is live! SO AWESOME. Thank you!

      As for the fact that you know mostly elementary and high school teachers? My niece, who is in 3rd grade, read Fightball: Dying of Suck and LOVED it, but I have a feeling she may not represent the average 3rd-4th grade reader.

      As for high school? High schoolers are welcome, if you know a teacher who would be interested in participating, but high schoolers may be too cool for me and my words.

      This from Maj, who is generally correct about these things.

      Cruel. But correct.

      Kris

  3. Sue B says:
    January 19, 2016 at 6:40 pm

    Hey I finally found my checkbook. Don’t ask. Anyway, how do I buy a couple of tree copies of the book? Note, I said buy. You are a funny funny writer but your grasp of the economics of book selling concern me. Snark, anyway love and let me know.

    1. Kris says:
      January 19, 2016 at 7:40 pm

      Guess what? Self-publishing means that it IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO GET ANYONE WHO DOES NOT ALREADY LOVE YOU TO BUY YOUR BOOK.

      Now … I could lower the price of my book to 99 cents (or nothing at all … FREE is very popular in self-published titles) and “sell” a few more copies to people who won’t bother finishing the book.

      Or, I can try to target free offerings (in exchange for reviews) toward people who might help me spread the word to other potentially paying customers.

      I adore everyone who has purchased and read my books, and I know this because despite my best efforts, I know most of those readers by first name.

      So there is that — oddly amazing and soul-killing at the same time.

      As for purchasing print copies of Fightball: Dying of Suck …that can be done on Amazon.

      Here: http://www.amazon.com/Fightball-Dying-Suck-Kris-Wehrmeister/dp/0692554173/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

      YAY! Thank you!

  4. Vicki says:
    January 20, 2016 at 1:44 pm

    So, as much as I’d like to help, I only know up to third grade teachers. My kiddos are all small. BUT, I bet those teachers are friends with older students’ teachers, so I shall try to share you and see if they can drum up some awesome classrooms for you to share your hilarity with.

    1. Kris says:
      January 20, 2016 at 1:54 pm

      I like you so very much.

      YAY!

  5. Renee says:
    January 20, 2016 at 3:55 pm

    The only teachers I know are in my computer. So I can only share the words.

    1. Kris says:
      January 20, 2016 at 4:14 pm

      And thank you for that … you are lovely to share.

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