J.K. Rowling, eat your heart out.
Yeah, probably not…
BUT, after years and years of putting it off, I have finally done what my mother wanted me to do for the longest time. I wrote a book (well, 26,000+ words of essays) and self-published it.
Just in time for Black Friday, you can now go to Amazon and buy “Memoirs of an Idiot,” the self-indulgent, hazily-remembered tale of me frittering away most of my opportunities and always (always!) choosing the wrong path.
At $9.95 for 152 pages (50 cents less if you have Amazon Prime, apparently), it’s the perfect stocking stuffer.
Or the best way to start a roaring inferno in your fireplace this winter!
Burn, baby, burn!
As long as you paid money for it and I get some royalties, you can do whatever the heck you want to do with it.
Plus, a bonus for those in the area. Buy the book and bring it by a Coupeville High School game and I’ll sign it for you.
Which should drop its value by at least $1.37!
So, you got that going for you, which is nice.
To see what I’m talking about (every book purchase gets me a step closer to no longer having to break my fingers in the dish pits) pop over to:












































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