
Over the years, I’ve developed quite the reputation as the sideshow barker of writers, selling his books out of the trunk of his car. I loved the challenge of selling books and I always thought each sale counted. Now my books sales pay my bills, and the fun is GONE. I’m just over it. I feel more like a strong arm collector than a book salesman. The daily stakes are just too high to be fun. Might be time to turn over my megaphone when I sell out my remaining stock. I so look forward to the day where my trunk doesn’t hold my financial future.
Published on October 22, 2014 09:09