Some time in the past week, the first anniversary of the publication of The Earthworm That Blows No Trumpet happened. Just the other day, I got the call from yet another Author Services Representative at iUniverse asking how my book promo is going. (I get a new ASR about every three months.) I had to tell her that I have a job and a life, and I don't have much time to promote the book.
This is a strange thing for a perennially broke dude like me to say: It matters more to me that I have books in print than that I make money off what I write. In order to break even on the cost of publication, I would have to sell a few hundred copies of Earthworm; as of this writing, I have sold just north of a dozen. I still haven't broken even on Small Town after 16 years.
No worries. After I die, someone is going to discover my writings, herald them as great examples of Gen X lit from the early 21st century, and my legacy will be assured. (Or, at least, moderately great examples.)
Friends, relatives, neighbors, comrades, and casual acquaintances: I'd appreciate it greatly if you would think about the readers in your life who are have birthdays (happens to the best of us) and purchase them copies of Earthworm or Small Town.
If you're not sure about my Madd Novel-Writin' Skillz, take a peek at my free online novel Eastern Daylight. I'll be posting the fifth chapter of seven, "August," this weekend.
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