Last night I started on my web-marketing plan. This plan, as it stands now is pretty simple, I find websites that I like, or that crack me up, and I email the Person In Charge and ask them if they could take a look at my Snarky Cards. I shamelessly offer Snarky Card bribes to bloggers and moderators everywhere.
Last night I found this really killer site: www.wickedlychic.com. It’s a site that features independant artists, and they make all kinds of girly shit. It’s the kind of stuff that you buy when you’re gonna romance yourself, you know? Well, sans the vibrators, I mean Wickedly Chic doesn’t feature vibrators, because it’s all independent artists and I love art, and I love independence but I think I value my whoo-haa too much to go out and buy a vibrator somebody made in their garage. I would however, buy soap someone made in their kitchen. I’d also like to get myself in the mood with a Cranberry Cobbler candle.
This stuff is also good for that post-break-up stage where you’ve decided that you are alone because you Need To Be Alone, and that means lots of nights at home with candles, and face masks, John Cusack movies and catty conversations with your girlfriend about how you’re evolving (and someone who will go unmentioned is not) and a strict regime of buying your own goddamn jewelry.
I emailed, Liz, the owner/moderator of Wickedly Chic and she really dug Snarky Cards! She said that she would like to feature me in February. All I had to do was hit the submit button, and she looks at my products and if she diggs, she writes about it, and if she doesn’t I’m sure she’s horrifyingly polite. It’s free advertising for me, -although I’m still planning on sending her a Snarky Card Gift Basket if/when she publishes the article. And people who read her site know that she’s recomending stuff because she actually really loves it.
I guess, in the end, online marketing is just like selling stuff in person. You walk up, point at your boobs a little, introduce yourself, and show off your shit. If they like it, they like it, and if they don’t: fuck ’em!