Well, the first few paperback sales have processed. I honestly don’t know how far I’ll go. I once jokingly said, “If I make enough to buy a pizza, that’s enough.” If not literal, the sentiment is real: if my writing reaches someone, anyone, I’ve done my job. Money would be nice too, though.
7 “Two things I ask of you, Lord;
do not refuse me before I die:
8 Keep falsehood and lies far from me;
give me neither poverty nor riches,
but give me only my daily bread.
9 Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you
and say, ‘Who is the Lord?’
Or I may become poor and steal,
and so dishonor the name of my God.
Proverbs 30:7-8
Today, I visited a local restaurant, a favorite hangout of mine. They have some of the most beautiful hostesses in all the world there; these two beautiful women at the entrance were both excited to hear that I’d self-published, and they both accepted copies of my book from me. Cunning devils, those two. Now, I’m probably going to have to go back to my favorite restaurant again; I have to return and ask them if they read my book and what they thought.
Oh well. I think, though, all this marketing has worn me out. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it. I’m trying to have some fun with it too. I think I’ll give myself a break tomorrow. Church, rest, and no Twitter. God willing.
Alright, go buy my book please. I took the time to write it, after all. So, it’s only fair if you’ll take the time to read.
A few endorsements:
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