Wednesday, October 17, 2007
So far I've sold seven books, which is great. Would love to sell a million times that. I got requests for books from three reviewers and no more yet. Which is three times as many requests as I got with my crap press release that I didn't know what to do with. Still, if the phrase "the mills of the gods grind slowly" could ever be used to illustrate anything, I guess it would be what I feel like my progress is. And then of course there's my natural tendency to figure that whatever I touch turns to dust. Really, nobody knows about the book, or me, and if I ever do get renown, I'm sure I'll often wish that I was still completely unrecognized. Not that anyone will ever know what I look like, I'm not looking for that kind of recognition. With more recogniton comes more idiots making stupid comments. I'm not looking forward to that. But would it be worse if it never happens?