“Notes To My Future Husband” hits the shelves this week!
I have to admit, I woke up this morning pretty fuckin’ excited about it. I might even be a little freaked out, but hey, that’s a good thing.
I know I’m supposed to tell you to go buy a copy, and yeah, that’s awesome if you do, but if you really wanna help me out, I’d like to send you on a larger mission that might turn out to be a lot of fun.
I want you to go to all of your local bookstores this week. Every last one of them. It doesn’t just have to be Barnes and Noble either. It can be Urban Outfitters or motherfucking Walmart. (I ain’t gonna judge where you score your reading material.) Just get out there and look for copies of my book.
If a store doesn’t have any copies in stock, find a manager and tell them to order a case of that shit pronto. Put in a formal request. Pester them until they promise to put it on their shelves.
If they do have copies in stock, do me the massive favor of arranging them on the shelf so that the cover faces outward. (It sounds ridiculous, but that shit makes a huge difference.) If you’re feeling feisty, feel free to take a fresh stack and feature them on the most prominent table in the store.
Be sure and snap a picture of your bookstore handiwork, email it to me at email@example.com, and I promise I will find a way to thank you.
Proud to have even been a tiny bit involved in this creation. Now go complete your assignment, kids!