Where Will It Go?
Like a lot of writers, I tend to imagine my work is more insulated than it is.
That it is mostly just me and my laptop locked away in a room somewhere, apart from civilization. I realize, of course, that there are readers somewhere, but I always picture them snatching my books off the shelves from hundreds of miles away...not right next door.
The Donkey in the Living Room ended that illusion.
Like a lot of projects I'd been part of, I posted links to this self-published children's book ...