If I’d known when I was impregnated with the idea to write a book that the gestation period would be eight years, I would’ve said- no, no, oh fucking no!
But that’s exactly what happened.
From impregnation to term, to actually starting the publishing process, took eight years of my limited ability to stay focused and actually finish something resembling a book.
And then came the eight months of labor. Of the line edits, the copy edits, the cover design, all the various little parts that added up to what I wanted to present to anyone willing to read my nonsense.
But I persevered and in the end, after the months of labor pain and weeks of Lamaze breathing, I was told to bear down really, really hard.
And I did.
And out popped my book!
And I couldn’t be prouder of what I’ve squeezed out.
So if you want to see what it’s all about, please don’t be one of the few, be one of the many and buy as many copies of my book as you can afford without stealing your kid’s lunch money.
Buy copies for your friends and family.
Buy copies for the people you work with.
Buy copies for strangers on the street.
Buy copies for gifts, for Trick or Treaters on Halloween (candy is bad for you, this is better), for gifts.
Thank You.
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