My Withered Legs and Other Essays is released in a month. Just so you know, my feeds will now fill with Me! Me! Me! posts. Sorry. But not sorry. I do believe in the at least eighty percent not about yourself approach to social media, but for right now I'll be tooting my own horn. To you it might seem as if I'm the neighbor's kid doing off-key scales over and over on their rented trombone next to an open window, but this book is the culmination of years of work. I get to go on and on and on. There will be none of this "humble bragging" nonsense. So either tell me how excited you are and how great the book is or just scroll by.
This is thrilling! I'm eager to hold my physical copy of your fabulous book. I hope to all that's holy I don't see a typo because it will be my fault. Believe me, I won't say a word.
This is thrilling! I'm eager to hold my physical copy of your fabulous book. I hope to all that's holy I don't see a typo because it will be my fault. Believe me, I won't say a word.
And wow, you have a striver in you? Who knew? /s/
Yuck re: the reader copies, though ebooks makes this slightly less disastrous. Congratulations! Honk that horn like a sandhill crane!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpTykjLYYr0 sample squawk