Thursday, April 08, 2004

It would seem that one of the 50 ways to love your country is to only print enough of your book for an initial run, just enough to stir interest, and then not to reprint. Stupid, stupid rat creatures.

Unrelated poem on a similar topic:
Ordering books for the Texas Poetry Fest
Publishers are out
Books are gone
An industry of flakes:
who knew?

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