It's no secret that internet ads target our interests. That is, our presumed interests--based on our previous searches, websites we've visited, etc.*
for writers, this gets tricky. Yesterday a big ad appeared on a page I
was viewing online, and this ad was for a certain activity** that I had
researched a couple of days ago. Obviously, the internet thought it had
divined my innermost desires!
The thing is, I wasn't researching
it for myself. I have no plans to pursue this activity. The main
character of my work in progress would be all over it, though.
Too bad he's fictional, internet advertisers!
can only imagine the digital information that is compiled on my writer
friends who research murder mysteries and spy thrillers.
sometimes there doesn't seem to be any logic to it. For example, I
don't know why I get ads for plastic surgery, in which I have never felt
the remotest interest. Unless the internet just assumes that everyone
is dissatisfied with their appearance, and blankets us all with those
**Nothing illicit. I just don't want to be specific because
that book is still in the stage where discussing any details of the plot
or the characters threatens to drain all the momentum out of it.