I've been trying for quite some time to turn my wordsmithery to coin, and as my work-gnarled hands run rampant across the small but responsive keyboard of my gen-1 chromebook, I'm beginning to feel... Rumpelstiltskin-ish. I'm trying desperately to weave straw into gold here, but I feel I lack the Goblin's grim magics.
I've spoken before about raw sexuality of business cards, but if I could be brutally honest, I've been thinking about printing up some that simply say "B.C. Brantley, Author. Buy my damn books already." but I think that would be sending the wrong message. I mean, I really do want people to read my books, I think they're swell, but more than that, I want people to get why I'm writing them. I dig stories, I dig telling them and I love reading them. I write, because I want to be a part of this massive, temporal telepathy that we call writing. I love books, so I write them. I want to add to the ever-growing library of fiction. Its important to me, so I want to be a part of it.
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