If I use the phrase, “my first book,” it might perhaps push me to work on the autobiography that sits unopened and glaring at me from the corner of my desktop. It’s been some time since I dusted it off, and while I think I probably should, that’s not going to happen today.
I’m reeling a bit from an interaction with my daughter, who I’ve subsequently blocked for two weeks. Things have gotten weird on Walton Mountain. I’ll probably get into it, but not today.
I’d thought, earlier this week, that I might edit the self-published book I put together some time back. My three-year anniversary of abstinence from vomiting is coming up, and so the book is once again on my mind.
One of the joys of digital self-publishing is that once you’re done, you can abandon your baby to the vagueries of fate.
People who are successful entrepreneurs would probably do that differently. People who are successful entrepreneurs are good at sales, and that’s not me.
Re-editing is also not currently me. It’s been a bit since I’ve checked in with my book and when I got there, I discovered I forgot what I’m doing. Never mind. I decided to go in a different direction.
Instead of editing, I put the Kindle version on sale for free.
Free is my favourite price.
If you’d like to download it, some of the links are below. The rest are available in the original, attached post. I suppose I could’ve copied all the Kindle links, but I’m not the most motivated I’ve ever been, the reminder of an actual accomplishment notwithstanding.
It might also be the anniversary thing.
They’re not unambiguously good.