So I wander into a local bookstore yesterday, postcards & chocolate in hand, to let the staff know about my new! debut! chocolatey-good! novel. Alas, no eye contact. No interest. Nada!
So this is how it's going to be?
I'm like Steve Martin in the Pink Panther: "How 'rood'". And like Rodney Dangerfield, "I get no respect."
update: Phoned the manager later in the day (she hadn't been available earlier) and got a much warmer reception. Think it was the chocolate?
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Pure genius. You're a genius to write a book with a title like "Chocolate Beach" because those are two things people just *love.*
You gave them choclate & they didn't hug you? There is something wrong with those people. chocolate is better than money because you can't eat money.
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