Just know the entire time I wrote this post, Usher’s Confessions was running a loop in my head. Well, that and a funeral dirge. The slow and somber tones a New Orleans Jazz Band plays during the procession to the cemetery. Not to be confused with the merry tunes they play during the exit.
I’m a dead woman typing. Marching myself to the slaughter house. And I can’t seem to stop the rapid progression. Has my conscience finally gotten the best of me or is it the thrill of revealing a forbidden secret?
I was going to blog about the authors and characters you love, as a follow up to my previous Who do you hate? post. Then, my thoughts got convoluted by the fact that, if I wrote that post I might be caught. So, instead of being caught I figured I should just come clean. Boy am I dumb!
Prepare your pitchforks, lanterns and stakes.
I confess, I love the library and rarely buy books. Ouch! (Rotten tomato to the face.)
I feel guilty sometimes. Here I am, trying to become a successful author, and I hardly ever buy another author’s books. Damn, that sounds really bad. (I have purchased some of my favorites and some of my “writer friends’ books.”)
But then I think about my reasons and I can rationalize it. First and foremost, the library has a massive collection of books for customers to use, basically, free of charge. Second, I read the book and bring it back for someone else to read. I don’t have to find shelf space for the sucker. I know, I know, e-readers. Yes, I have two, but e-books cost money too. And some libraries have e-readers for customers to check out e-books.
If every library bought a copy of my (not yet published, not yet queried, not yet self published) book, I would be a happy girl! It would allow readers access to my work with little to no cost to them and allow me a little payment for my efforts. And hundreds of thousands of unused books would not sit wasted from disuse.
What are your thought? I’m a total lunatic and cheapskate. Maybe. Okay, definitely.