So a week ago I blogged about sitting here in the neighborhood Starbucks and watching my book, The Rocket that Fell to Earth, sit unclaimed on the store’s bookshelf. It had been there for six or seven days, without an iota of interest. Brand new copy, not a page bent, cover unblemished—ignored.
Well, I’m back in the store today. Not only is the book still there—most of the other books that had surrounded it are long gone.
I’m shooting for two months. At that point, I’ll take it myself.