Gotta pull my socks up

Today I have to pull my socks up and get to work marketing the book. I have to write letters to local newspapers and say, "Hi, here's my book. Please review it and tell lots of people how wonderful it is, so they will buy it." Then I have to call the local radio and TV stations and say, "Hi. I wrote a book. I would love to let your talk-show hosts interview me about it. I'm funny and intelligent and media-genic. Really. Just give me a chance."

I would rather break nettles with my bare feet and spin them into yarn with my bare hands and knit up seven shirts for seven swans. I would rather eat a fried tarantula. Really, if I could get someone else to do a good job of flogging the book, I would be willing to clean their whole house every day for a month.

Any takers?

Anyone?

Sigh. Well, can't pull my socks up until I put them on. And I think better when I'm wearing a bra, so I guess I'd better get dressed and get to work. Wish me luck.