Not to get all autobiographical on you all, but yesterday I received a long-awaited and very exciting package — a bunch of copies of my new book to sell at an upcoming event, hooray! Except, see, it wasn’t my book at all, but some stranger’s. What sits in this box is a hot mess that I don’t even want to think about. Suffice it to say, the book I painstakingly created, designed, and paid extra for super quick shipping..[choking back heaving sobs of disgust]…is lost in space. Anyway, here I am at the moment of revelation.
You know the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Nazi dude’s face melts when he looks at the holy grail thing? That was totally me. Curse you, [popular online self-publishing service]!
