Not hard.
Except when the cursor is hovering over the send button of your e-mail, and the particular e-mail you just composed says this:
Okay y'all, you're on this list because you expressed at some point interest in reading my novel. If you've changed your mind since, no problem, just toss it in the trash and carry on. I know people are busy, so I'm not expecting you to drop everything and read it RIGHT NOW. So take your time, blah blah blah.
I'm not looking for anything in particular, just honesty. If you like it, say so. If you don't, say that, too. You won't make me cry. Much. ;)
Thanks in advance!
And in the address line are your mother, your father, your younger sister, some sluts who are going to love all the sex, one of your most faithful readers to date, and a couple other people who a) know good writing when they see it and b) aren't afraid to tell you if you suck.
So now I wait for feedback. And I'm scared, guys. Real scared. I didn't even edit out any of the "fucks" I counted yesterday. Oy. I need a drink.
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