I actually don't know the answer to that. I assume it's the author's responsibility to promote it, either over the web or in ads or whatever.
My heart expands / 'tis grown a bulge in't / inspired by / your beauty effulgent.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 1:46:58 pm PDT #8380 of 10001
Because books.
deborah grabien - Sep 26, 2006 1:51:09 pm PDT #8381 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I assume it's the author's responsibility to promote it, either over the web or in ads or whatever.
Which is precisely what I'm doing anyway, except instead of keeping whatever profit there might ever be from all that work, I'm getting a small royalty and SMP keeps the rest.
Yes, I'm feeling a bit jaded with publishing. But that's not new. And no, I'm not going to stop everything mid-process and devote myself to PODing the Kinkaids or anything else, not just yet.
But I like having the choice. Right now, I feel I have none. And I am insistent on having choices.
Typo Boy - Sep 27, 2006 8:53:30 am PDT #8382 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Oy Deborah - ~ma for your friend
ChiKat - Sep 27, 2006 9:14:46 am PDT #8383 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, deb. All kinds of ~ma to your friend and to those who love her.
Ailleann - Sep 27, 2006 9:37:14 am PDT #8384 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Much peace and ~ma for your friend, Deb.
SailAweigh - Sep 27, 2006 11:22:16 am PDT #8385 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Much ~ma for your friend, Deb.
SailAweigh - Sep 27, 2006 1:23:02 pm PDT #8386 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Mother
The hair is stiff; it prickles against my hand as I run it up and down her arm. She’s so still, it’s inhuman. I want to touch her face, kiss her, hug her, tell her one more time that I love her. But I am afraid. Afraid that if my touch wakes her, it won’t be her waking up. Afraid that if I if I touch her, the touches, the caresses will turn into digging. Digging into her skin, her muscle to find her. She’s gone and all I see in front of me is a dead piece of meat.
Beverly - Sep 27, 2006 1:25:35 pm PDT #8387 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oof, Sail. That's a gut punch.
Aims - Sep 27, 2006 1:26:51 pm PDT #8388 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oh Sail.
Connie Neil - Sep 27, 2006 1:38:02 pm PDT #8389 of 10001
brillig
Gleep, Sail.
I couldn't touch my father. I didn't want to feel the cold. Maybe I was afraid he'd twitch. All I knew was that I was utterly willing to throw an absolute fit if someone told me to kiss him good-bye.