Enjoying the Silence

When you write a book, publish a book, sell a book, and wait for the book to start selling itself, you know what doesn't happen automatically? Reviews. That's what.

My small publisher and I have sent out review copies of Magnificent Mistakes to various publications, and thus far we have landed precisely one review. Four months: one published review. No complaints on the review itself. It's very kind.

But where did the other copies go? Did anyone look at them? I just don't know. It's all kind of mysterious, this business. I'm not taking it personally--not at all--but I would like to get the book in front of a few more eyes before it dies.

Ah well. Heavy sigh. Chirp chirp. All that.

Meanwhile, the novel gestates.

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PS If you want a signed (or unsigned, or inscribed) copy, I'll sell you one, cheap. I've got a boxful, and one is anxious to meet you. Drop me a line.