Y’ALL, tomorrow is 4-20. I don’t know about you, but I plan to go to the Country Club and lounge under palm trees that look sort of like this one in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, which is where my sister got married in January.
Anyway, the real point of this post is to say that I also self-published a novella (I think? It’s like 55,000 words) and that it’s going to be free on 4-20 in honor of stoners everywhere. Several of the characters are potheads, so this is relevant. If you’re interested in reading my fictional musings, delivered pure untainted by the Big Five’s literary-industrial machine*, then download Acts of God and Other Damage today! Or tomorrow, when it’s free.
*If this sounds like a petty, bitter jab at the Big Five, that’s because it kind of is. I have never failed at anything as hard as I have failed to acquire a literary agent and/or publishing contract. It’s a goal I’ve pursued actively since 2002. I lost track of how many times I’ve been rejected, but it’s definitely more than 200. I don’t know if the problem is bad luck, bad writing, bad connections or some combination of the three, but I decided that if I wanted my fiction to get out to the public (which was not easy to decide), I’d have to … cringe** … self-publish.
**If this sounds like a jab at indie authors, that’s because I’m still getting over the stigma around self-publishing. It’s dumb that I even bought into such a classist system for determining literary merit, but I did.
ANYWAY. Happy 4-20! Read a book.