Oxford just sent me a box of twenty books. Each one has my name on the spine of the dust jacket.
Opening the box was a gratifying moment. And then I was reminded of Henry David Thoreau, whose first book didn't sell many copies. He wrote, "I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself."
So at this point I'm less than 2.8% the writer Thoreau was. I'll settle for that.


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Too bad you didn't write a wingnut screed like Unfit for Command or any other screed by conspiracy nut Jerome Corsi. If you had, Regnery would dump your book by the case -- nay, by the pallet-load -- to wingnut outfits like the Heritage Foundation, and you'd find yourself on the NYT bestseller list!
Finding a home for them will be challenging but I'm certain you'll garner experience as well as a fresh perspective on what it takes to sell yourself.
Tom, your book is still on my nightstand... (I've had a lot of professional stuff to read and write about lately. But it's next on my list.)
It's something of a relief at this point.
Thanks, OEsheepdog. That's a good way to look at it.
Musicians end up with boxes of CD's in the basement. They don't mold as easily.
PM comin' at ya......
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Sandra, I'm blushing. Well, not really, not with my compexion, but you know what I mean.
A friend has sent me email saying that my book is now in stock on Amazon and can be ordered, and I can soon look forward to becoming a hundredaire.