So, I feel weird about this, but.May 4, 2013
I have been learning about ebooks. If, while I was doing that, you were busily harboring a secret desire to give me money for my bullshit, your chance has come. (It’s pay-what-you-want, because probably your secret desire is to give me and my bullshit the smallest amount of money possible, and I fully support you in that.)
My practice ebook took six hours to write. It’s quite short, and wildly uneven in quality. Mostly about poop, and Peach & Mario’s sex life. There are nonsensical instructions on how to make a dragon out of fish, and really skinny eyebrows for the moon. There’s a guy called Harpsichordus Repairmagnet and the almost-adventures of Waffles the gentleman thief for whom I was too tired to actually write any adventures. It might be worth a dollar, if you are the kind of person who runs around the zoo throwing dollars at ostriches. It is probably definitely worth at least less than that.
Anyway, it’s a thing.
We shall never speak of it again.
(Update: Well, damn, someone bought the thing at the ostrich price. I’m up 56 cents!)