Who you going to please?

My ebook, The Oracle Bone, has been up at amazon for ten days. My wife bought a copy. I'm half a million books from No. 1 on the selling list. I sent it to a few dozen review blogs and await the verdicts of the tribunals. I go both ways. Moments grip me when the book is brilliant. Other times, and there are more of these, the work is the opposite. It's likely somewhere between the extremes, which might be worse. Nothing too exciting about middle of the road, but I figure there will be readers who like it and readers who don't. I do hope there are more of the former. I did like writing it, and it's part of getting myself in the living version of "doing what you love and you'll never have to work." We'll see. In the meantime, Textbroker, here I come.

I got a boost of confidence about writing from finding Scott Berkun's blog. If you've ever felt like a writing coward, his words will inspire you to buck up and keep at it.
That's what this blog is about, keep on writing, no matter reviews and sales. It's what I love to do, and my wife really does like my stuff. Believe me, she's not hesitant to tell me when she doesn't. Her honesty is sometimes hard to take, but is always appreciated.
Self-publishing is pretty cool. I know writers toiling in Hollywood working on scripts and treatments who have no chance to self-publish. It's not part of their business. I least I can put a book together and get it out in the market while I'm doing the next one. In a way, amazon is the modern version of the bottom drawer, where in the old days writers put their first book out of sight of editors and readers. Perhaps The Oracle Bone belongs in the dark, but it's more fun to foist it upon the unsuspecting public, if the public ever finds it.
A faint heart never won a fair lady, so I'm jumping in with both feet and where the bottom is – who cares? I'm going to publish poetry, recipes and write about golf, too. I love golf. What the heck. Writing is like the guy with a small manhood. The woman says, "Who you going to please with that?" The guy says, "Me."
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