Tuesday, September 14, 2010


There was a time when I flung books--good books--across the room while reading them.
I admit hurling
and even
and if I could have broken away from reading it, I may have thrown
And then I see an upcoming book like
and there's nothing to get my hands on.

Why am I bothered? Because elements of these books remind me of my own work. And these books are good. These books have sequels. And movie deals. Why would anyone want to read mine?

Then, one day, I stopped getting in a tizzy. If I have similarities with all of these books, then that means I'm tapped into a market that's ready for them, right?

Oh, yeah.

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