Today we went to Barnes and Noble Bookstore, and I compared some of the titles with mine. There was one that was comparably sensational, but it didn’t look like any books from its stack had been sold. I guessed the title did not sell books.
The disappointing thing was that I wasn’t tempted to read a memoir unless it was by somebody famous, so that shoots my book. Who am I? Good question. What have I accomplished? Nothing worth writing about.
Now if I could say I’d attained salvation, that would be worth a read. But the final say does not come until you’re dead. I’m not ready for that.
Civilization 