Eleanor Tatum

That title: I stole it, but it would be too intimate to admit I’m a thief.

My novels: I wrote them, but it would be too intimate to admit that some scenes really happened. Ah, the beauty of fiction.

My business (LLC) promotional abilities: I am weak. Social media and I, we are clueless friends, but it would be too intimate to admit I often dream of hiring an assistant who would master Facebook, Twitter, and yes, even Word Press.

So, an illusion is necessary.

I’ll post blogs as if I understood all aspects of promoting my novels, but it would be too intimate to admit my efforts make enough money to go out to dinner in a third world country, not including the flight over the pond.

Enough!