Why is it some people are never satisfied? You give them an inch, they request a foot, you give another few inches, they request a mile.
But maybe I have it wrong. More than my husband or children give me credit for, I'm usually willing to explore the possibility that my thinking is all screwed up. Will you only get things in this world if you scrape, claw, and beg?
Maybe, but I'm not sure I'd be satisfied with things I manipulated my way into. Still, that could be the fault in my character I like to call guilt.
Take my book, Depression Cookies. I want people to read it. I truly think women of all ages and circumstances could find value in it. Beyond that, the themes in the book are excellent for opening up a dialogue between women. But I don't want to beg.
I want to convince you, sure. Moments of shamless self-promotion--not the easiest for me, but I'm learning. Begging? No.
My theory: If I beg you, you might eventually give in. But do I want an unwilling, pressured reader? Buying my book out of guilt, pressure, or pure annoyance is not going to win me any rave reviews. I want people to WANT to read it.
At the end of the day, I'd rather have an honest, well-earned inch than begging for a mile.
But that's just my opinion, what's yours?