Infrequently, but often enough, I question my motivation to
continue writing. More infrequently, my inspirations are confirmed by a reader
that isn’t already a friend or a Facebook acquaintance, or a friend of a
friend, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing that my work benefits people or
at least amuses, but I often wonder how far these posts travel outside my
circle. Well, quite far it would seem.
On Thanksgiving after leaving Roseville and my family behind
for the day, we drove to Oak Grove to spend the evening with Amanda’s family,
some of whom I’d never yet met in our time together. This is our second turkey
day together and I’ve met almost everybody but It’s always a little nerve-racking
meeting new people because I never know what they already know about me. In one
case, it was everything.
A relative of Amanda’s struck up a conversation toward the
end of the evening I added myself to in which she confessed that she had been
reading my blog, even since before I had met Amanda. “What!?” I’m sure I
exclaimed. Yes, a cousin-by-marriage—from a different state—of the woman I’m
dating had been reading a series of blog
posts I had written a while back when she realized that the content of the
posts were her very own family. It dawned on her slowly—as the posts played
themselves out—that the scenario I was outlining was too familiar and she
confirmed with another family member that it was in fact true.
We talked about the blog, the book, how she related to the
content of the overall theme of the blog and my life, Jews, mustaches, and we
vaguely fought over a pooping dogs calendar during a dice game. I won the
fight. Well, I won the calendar, there was no fight. But, I do own the calendar,
so… It was a pretty standard night. If you are reading this post, I want you to
know that it means everything to me that you found this blog, and it means even
more that I got to meet you and your husband, and that we will surely get to talk
again. You have inspired me. Thank
you.
We released our E-Book just over a week ago and we aren’t
millionaires yet. I’m largely disappointed but understanding that Oprah hasn’t
reached out hitherto, but I’m sure she will someday soon. A few days after we
released the digital book, it became available as a paperback and I got to see
one yesterday that my biggest fan Amanda purchased, and I was humbled. I’ve
written hundreds of posts, hundreds of thousands of words, and I’ve seen them
published on Facebook and Blogger, but nothing is like seeing your own words in
ink. It’s surreal. It’s magical.
I’ve imbedded a couple permanent links to the book in both
formats somewhere on this blog page so it will live on forever. Currently, our paperback
book is #75,219 on Amazon’s best-seller’s list and the E-Book rolls in at
#126,302. It’s not bad considering Amazon has millions of titles, and we aren’t
anybody famous. I think my goal of selling 1,000 books was a little much, we
aren’t even close to 100 yet, but we have eternity. So, please
buy our book and support independent publishers and authors!!!!
During this holiday season, many people will be imprisoned.
Some of you may know an inmate you haven’t written to in a long time. Maybe you
have resentment, maybe you’ve just been too busy, but either way, maybe now is
the time to jot down some words of love and encouragement which will help
somebody get through an otherwise shitty day. Many prisoners are locked down
23-hours per day, and mail is one of the few things they have to look forward
to. I know I felt better every time there was an envelope sitting on my bed
after we shuffled back from chow. Ten minutes and a pen can change somebody’s
day.