sounds like, being successful.
I don't understand the concept.
is that, like, when people *like* what you do?
they're happy you do it, tell you to do it more?
like I said... I don't grasp the concept.
funny true story (which is kinda my thing)
at work every Monday, there's customers milling around.
all workers have their own couple favorite customers. Those you talk to, they stop to say hello and gab.
One of mine, an old lady. She always had a book or one of those old "Ellery Queen" magazines.
I nicknamed her "Ellery", never did remember her real name (I'm bad with names, I know you by my nickname I give you)
We had the obligatory "book talk". we had a few authors in common we had read.
She listened to my book I was writing, me giving her the basic idea.
she asked me if I ever heard of author X.
because several of my authors, were authors thaty had endorsed *her* favorite author.
plus, she wanted me to read a couple of his books. She said my story had some similarities, I should see how he did it.
the author was now dead, but a lot of my *favorite* authors? All unpaid, were saying *this* author, was who inspired them to write.
she said after I read his work, I would "see" where Clive Cussler's Dirk Pitt, was derived from this guy.
she was right. Several of my favorite authors? All openly credited this dead author with everything they did.
I was doing a few things similar to how he did them. I decided, this is how I do things now.
if he was good enough to be the hero for several of my favorite authors? No better guy to be my hero, too.
now.
I just related that story, to tell you *this* one.
I always include some or a lot of sex in my books. "Ellery" hated that.
so, if i wrote something that had limited or what she called "normal" little bit of sex, fine.
I *want* this old lady to read one of my books. So I set out to do that.
I was getting almost done, and...
Ellery died.
She gave me a great gift right before she died, though.
New kid at work starts there right after this.
I *finally* got someone at work, speaks my language.
he can read and write. He reads books. We share "online jokes" many wouldn't get.
he wants to read that book. I do my happy dance. First reader.
he gets halfway through, says he'll finish it when the busy season at his home work is done again.
says its fine, he likes it.
I come into work, he had started reading it again. I do my happy dance, he still likes it.
Remember Ellery died?
this kid, dies.
so, the joke at work is...
my book is cursed.
if you read it, you die.
if you so much to *plan* to read it?
you die.
I appreciate the weird sense of humor, but...
not exactly a confidence builder, you know.
"success" right now, is about thirty readers. total.
but, 15 of them? Are reading *that* book.
so far, none of them have died.
I don't think, anyways.
