tattoos – C.G.Coppola

So in my attempt to market or do something that resembles marketing, I looked into (and toyed with) MailChimp, a service used for creating newsletters. Go me for NOT ALREADY GIVING UP. Because, Jesus. Poor Batman came in to ask about dinner and I snapped out my opinion on why I should have our futuristic fictitious Butler, Fartswell, do this for me. I get that if I want something, I need to work for it. But I’m not even sure I did it right. Like, I’m 99% sure all I did add this nothing box to my blog that you probably won’t see ever. Because I didn’t click something. Or because I copied the code wrong. Or maybe I hallucinated the whole thing. DAMNIT FARTSWELL WHERE ARE YOU.

What I *think* I did was create a one-time pop up for new visitors, which does you no good since you *obviously* frequent my blog every day. (I’m flattered, really.) I continued to toy around with an option to keep it permanent and got distracted with all the pretty colors I could use. I DID (I think) add a Signup form on CGCOPPOLA on Facebook, so if you’re reading this from there, PLEASE let me know if you see the signup and if so, *please* consider signing up so you can get some juicy info on things I’m doing this year. Like promoting the book I’ve written. The book I’d like you to read. Or maybe you want to recommend it to your niece (or nephew) or sister (or brother) or that quiet bookworm down the street talking about wanting their next favorite read. Whatever you want. And thank you in advance for telling me I didn’t waste an hour of (possible) writing time to fiddle around with my arch-nemesis: technology.

P.S. Tomorrow is TwitterPitch and I’m nervous/terrified. But you’re supposed to do something every day that scares you, right? And hey, it’s better than spiders.

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Batman and I got tattoos!