I've been all over the lot looking at the process for getting my work out of my head and into yours. So far, it's a lot of this, some of that and ... really, a whole bunch of nothing.
Which isn't the end of the world, or even a cause for consternation.
Con-stur-na-shun ... you get some pills for that. I will explain later.
I self-published Deenie's Hotel a year or so ago and I've sold one copy, which gives me 64 cents in royalties. I priced the thing at $2.50 for an ebook, which is OK. I don't really need the money.
I mean, I used to need the money. Now I just don't give a rat's badonkis about it. Just buy it, read it, tell me what you think. If you don't read it, that will be a problem for me.
Con-stur-na-shun. iT'S ALL ABOUT THE LIVER.
DEENIE LOVES YOU
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