The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Bully For Me?

I don't usually crow, but....

Foreword just emailed me a bunch of info on how great it is to be a finalist in their Book of the Year Awards. And you know what? It is. Check it out:

My book may not be selling like hotcakes, but here's the deal: it's a good book. Every single reviewer I've asked for a review on Amazon has given it 4 or 5 stars. And I just found out from Publishers Weekly that my book was not only listed in the January issue of PW Select, it was selected for review.

So why ain't I rich? :)

Some possibilities:

  • good and successful are not the same. Modigliani starved to death.
  • you gotta have luck. Luck and I are barely on speaking terms.
  • you gotta have money. They say it takes money to make money, and they're not kidding. It takes all my spare change just to enter contests. But the big time - huge ads in major rags, TV appearances - these take money.
  • I am not personally acquainted with Oprah Winfrey.
  • How can I get acquainted with Oprah Winfrey?
Well, it's a nice start. My book may be a well kept little secret, but it's good. So...bully for me.